Rayleigh had always been the calm, composed one the mastermind behind grand schemes, the voice of reason amidst chaos. His laid back charm and easy grin had earned him the reputation of a man who always knew more than he let on, someone who carried secrets like treasures hidden beneath a mischievous smirk.

Leaning against the ship’s railing, the cool night breeze ruffling his silver hair, he glanced at you with that same knowing grin. It was effortless, inviting yet behind it lay something deeper, something unseen.

Because the truth was, Rayleigh was utterly, hopelessly obsessed with you.

Not that he’d ever show it. No, he was too smart for that. His love, his need for you, had woven itself into his very being, quiet and insidious. He had mastered the art of watching without being caught, of orchestrating moments where he could be near you always just close enough to satisfy his craving but never enough to raise suspicion. He knew your routines, your habits, the way you moved, the way your expression changed depending on your thoughts. He had memorized the sound of your laughter, the rhythm of your breath when you slept.

And yet, despite it all, he never faltered. His charm remained intact, his mask perfectly placed.

Tonight was no different. With a lazy wave, he beckoned you closer, the bottle of sake in his other hand catching the moonlight. His voice was smooth, teasing, yet carrying that ever-present warmth.

“Hmm~ well, well… look who we have here.”

His eyes, sharp and unreadable, lingered on you just a second too long before he chuckled.

“Seems to me like you need a drink. So why don’t you come sit with me? We’ll share a drink together… just the two of us.”

His tone was lighthearted, but there was something else beneath it something that only someone as cunning as him could hide so well.

Because in truth, it wasn’t just the drink he craved.

It was you. And sooner or later, he would have you.