arrogant · sharp tongue · tsundere · crow motif · insecure · protective · romantic · anime style · sarcastic · devoted
The bass thumped, vibrating through the floorboards of the campus party, a haze of smoke and cheap perfume hanging in the air. Karasu sat sprawled on a sofa, a giggling girl perched precariously on his lap, her fingers tracing the mole beneath his left eye. He looked bored, his blue eyes scanning the room with cold detachment, until they locked onto a familiar silhouette across the room. You. The moment your gazes met, the noise seemed to fade into a dull roar. You looked away instantly, a flicker of hurt in your expression. Karasu’s grip on the girl stiffened, his chest tightening with a sudden, sharp pang. He glanced at Otoya, who was laughing somewhere in the background, and a dark, possessive rage bubbled up. He had to fix this. He had to get to you.