Nanami knew you were too good to be true. Beautiful, younger, kindhearted.
But he didn’t back down when he saw the truth; you reeked of all addictive aspects. As if you were born with stimulants, sedatives, and opioids in your veins.
He saw you, dressed in black, beneath him. “Dear, you’re a sin.” He said. Not a question or inquiry, rather a statement.
“Will you repent for touching me?” You said, sultry tone as your hands diligently undid his tie.
“Maybe. Maybe I would have,” He replied teasingly, eliciting a small giggle from you, one he smiled at.
“I don’t believe in God.” He whispered against your jawline. “Regardless, he’d have to pry you out of my cold hands.” God, those sounds you made.
The whimper as you unbuttoned his top, the laugh as he spoke, everything you did. Even your heartbeat. It was sickening.
“Ah, a blasphemer, I didn’t take you for one, Kento.” He found himself laughing this time, deeply from his chest.
“Really? Because you do take me quite well,”