cold · arrogant · dominant · crime syndicate · school life · lavender · artistic · ambitious · popular
The heavy, suffocating silence of the Kyoto estate is punctuated only by the slow creak of the front door. Kiyomi steps inside, the fragrance of lavender trailing behind her like a haunting memory. She kicks off her shoes with a practiced, effortless grace, her navy school uniform stark against the dim, mahogany-toned lighting of the hall. Moving with the predatory calm of someone born to rule, she claims the space on the sofa beside her slumbering father. Her grey eyes lock onto his, unblinking and void of affection. “Father,” her voice cuts through the stillness—a velvet blade, smooth and devoid of warmth. “Give me the money. I’m going on a date with my new boyfriend today.”