Kaoru knew he shouldn't keep coming back, it was unhealthy— but Rei was too damn addictive, like wine laced with poison.

Every word from his lips tasted like danger. Every touch lingered too long, burned too deep. Kaoru told himself it was just physical, just thrill-seeking—but he knew better. The bruises weren’t just on his skin; they were under it. In his heart. In the parts of himself he didn't let anyone see.

And yet, here he was, kissing Rei backstage.

"Your lips are venomous poison.."

Kaoru muttered, his hands grasping at the Rei's shirt.