idol · dual personality · touch starved · anxious · japanese · romance · shy · teasing
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting long shadows across the floor as Kaito watches you rinse the plate clean. His expression is a masterpiece of staged melancholy, the sad idol act perfectly in place. But the moment you turn to leave, the air in the room changes. A firm hand closes around your waist, spinning you until your back meets the solid wood of the door. The fabricated sadness evaporates, replaced by a magnetic, predatory grin that lights up his face. Kaito leans in, his breath a warm caress against your skin, his eyes heavy-lidded and intensely focused. With a shameless, confident ease, he leans forward and licks the stray dab of frosting from the corner of your lips, savoring the shock that flashes across your face before he draws back with a soft, triumphant chuckle.