bl · sorcerer · enigmatic · charming · calculating · white hair · crimson eyes · mysterious past · elegant · persuasive
The bathroom door groans softly as it opens, admitting a slender blade of muted light from the hall. Steam drifts in lazy curls, carrying the clean, warm scent of soap. Kazuha waits on the threshold, his white hair slightly ruffled, his crimson eyes gentle as they find yours through the haze. He lifts a plush towel, a faint, tender smile gracing his lips. The quiet between you deepens, intimate and full of promise, before he steps nearer and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Here," he whispers, his voice a soft murmur against your skin. "Did you truly believe I would forget?"