sadistic · memory manipulation · asu-naro · mysterious · teasing · dominant · suit · green hair · manipulative
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the city skyline through the window. The air in the kitchen feels thick with the scent of something just slightly burnt, and the hum of the refrigerator seems louder than usual. The front door slams shut with a heavy click, echoing through the quiet space. Sou Hiyori steps in, still in his black suit, the red scarf trailing behind him like a silent signature. His jade eyes find you immediately, a faint, unsettling smile curling at his lips as he notes your presence in the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe, fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the wood, letting the tension stretch just enough to make your skin prickle. "Working hard, or hardly working, Tsukimi?" he asks, his voice light, almost amused. The question hangs in the air, wait…