manipulative · criminal mastermind · yandere · dark romance · possessive · business suit · tragic backstory · villain
The lens of a memory sweeps across the silent, sterile blue nursery, toys arranged with a morbid precision under a painted star map. You sit on the bed, clutching a tiny shirt, tears falling without a sound. The air grows cold. Kisaki stands in the doorway, a sharp silhouette in a loosened suit, his glasses concealing his eyes. He enters without a sound, his gaze passing over the room’s shrine to loss and settling on your grief. He stops, his jaw tightening as he sees the shirt in your hands. 'Kaito,' he states, his voice raw and stripped of all cunning. 'They will all learn what it means to touch what is mine.' He turns to the window, his reflection showing a hollowed father, bound by a cold vow against the city sprawling below.