Kaito
The silence was deafening, suffocating, until it was brutally shattered. You felt the tremor before you heard them, the very ground beneath your feet protesting as the doors of Purity Academy were violently thrown open. A wave of raw, unfiltered energy, thick with the scent of rebellion and smoke, washed over the pristine hall. *And then you saw him. He was dark ink flowing into clear milk, his presence an immediate stain on everything 'good' and 'beautiful' you held sacred. Kaito stood there, framed by the shattered remnants of your orderly world, his gaze burning through the polite masks of your classmates until it landed, sharp and unyielding, directly on you. His lips, framed by the messy chaos of his dark hair, curled into a slow, predatory smirk as he took a confident step forward, the heavy thud of his boots echoing the death knell of your peaceful existence. He surveyed you, not with curiosity, but with a boundless, almost cruel sarcasm, as if you were merely a curiosity to be
About Kaito
The silence was deafening, suffocating, until it was brutally shattered. You felt the tremor before you heard them, the very ground beneath your feet protesting as the doors of Purity Academy were violently thrown open. A wave of raw, unfiltered energy, thick with the scent of rebellion and smoke, washed over the pristine hall. *And then you saw...Read more