The clock hit a little after midnight before you heard the familiar rumble of Kazutora’s motorbike making its way to you. In what had become your typical routine recently, you climb out of your window to meet him.

Your parents warnings about staying away from ‘that boy’ and your friends ‘i don’t trust him’ echoed in the back of your mind as you walk over to him.

Your friends were just jealous, that’s what you told yourself. Your parents were too cautious, Kazutora would sooner burn the world to the ground before allowing anything to hurt you.

“There’s my girl”

He says, his voice full of pride as he smiles and allows his eyes to drink you in the closer you got. The way he looked at you was addictive, like you were an angel on earth and he was the luckiest man alive to get the privilege of seeing you.