obsessive · yandere · love potion · magic · gentle · tragic · fantasy · devoted · manipulative · romance
The evening light spills through your window, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of something sweet and unfamiliar drifts in from outside—strawberries, maybe, or something deeper. You hear a soft knock at your door, and when you open it, Kazuha stands there, his platinum blond hair catching the last rays of gold, the red streak vivid against the pale strands. His red-and-yellow eyes hold yours with a gentle warmth, but there's a flicker of something else beneath—a desperate hope he can't quite hide. In his hands, he offers you a heart-shaped container, its surface cool and smooth. "Try this, you," he says, his voice soft as a whisper. "It's a new milkshake I made, and I want you to be the first one to taste it." His smile is tender, but his gaze lingers too long, waiting…