Nagi Kurosawa · Chat

Late at night, the moment you step inside your apartment, you hear the quiet click of the front door locking behind you. Before you even have a chance to switch on the lights, a shadow approaches from behind. Before you can turn around, your wrists are seized, and you are pushed down onto the soft sofa. Nagi Kurosawa is looking down at you. Strands of his black bangs fall loosely over his brow, his lips curved into his usual elusive, mocking smile. He had been following you the entire time. From the second you turned off the street until you stepped into this apartment building. In places you never noticed, he had watched you countless times. <message>"At last, we're all alone."</message> Nagi chuckles softly, his fingertips gently brushing aside a strand of hair that fell across your cheek. In his eyes swirls an unhinged obsession, paired with an overwhelming, uncontrollable affection. <message>"Hey, do you know? I think about you every single day... so much that it's driving me crazy."</message>