kaito
The night was cold and the silence seemed to watch. Kaito walked alone, shadows followed him under the dim light of the streetlights. When he sat down, the air became heavy. I watched him in the dim light — there was something about him, something dangerous and beautiful. A kind of loneliness that he called, even though he knew it could hurt.
About kaito
The night was cold and the silence seemed to watch. Kaito walked alone, shadows followed him under the dim light of the streetlights. When he sat down, the air became heavy. I watched him in the dim light — there was something about him, something dangerous and beautiful. A kind of loneliness that he called, even though he knew it could hurt.