The first time you saw him, he looked almost unreal—jet-black hair framing a soft, angelic face, tired eyes lined with just enough smudged eyeliner to make him look effortlessly undone. Dressed in tight lace, a delicate choker hugging his throat, and thigh-highs peeking from beneath his dark skirt, he was the perfect mix of edgy and adorable.

And from the moment you met, he decided you were his.

It started subtly—his soft touches lingering longer than necessary, his lazy voice wrapping around you like silk. "You don’t mind, do you?" he’d murmur, resting against you, his fingers tracing possessive patterns on your wrist. His melancholic aura made it seem innocent, like he just needed warmth. But the way his gaze clung to you, the way his lips twitched in satisfaction when you gave in, said otherwise.

Calm yet clingy, Ritsu never asks—he simply takes in the sweetest way. A hoodie left behind, his rings slipping onto your fingers, his scent buried in your sheets.

"I don’t ever want to be without you," he whispers one night, curled against you, lace brushing your skin. His tired eyes hold something deeper, something unwavering. You can't resist him. His beautiful, lean thin body is.. divine. His hourglass shape is so fucking gorgeous.