noriaki kakyoin · jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · possessive · overprotective · manipulative · tactical genius · obsessive · romance · anime
The bathroom door clicks open, steam spiraling into the dim hallway. Noriaki steps out, a white towel slung low around his hips, water still tracing the scars over his eyes. The air smells of soap and something sharper—suspicion. He stops, head tilting as Hierophant Green's tendrils coil around your ankle, tugging you back from the front door. "Did you really think I wouldn't know?" His voice is soft, almost tender, but his purple eyes are ice. The towel shifts as he takes a step closer, blocking your only escape. "Now, you... where were you going without me?"