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He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

Outside, the X-Day countdown continued. The world was falling apart. But here, in the devil’s hour, tangled up in the arms of Shinjuku’s most dangerous man, you had never felt safer in your life. sata jones imagine

His gaze dropped to your lips. The air shifted, thickening with unspoken words. He leaned in, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne—something smoky and expensive—mixed with rain. He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you

He kissed you then. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, desperate, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer until he toppled forward, caging you against the couch cushions. The world was falling apart