Bailey

Tokoyami: The Monster in Bed

🔥secret admirer ❤️obsessive art student Tokoyami has been watching you for months—from the back of the lecture hall, from the shadow of the stairwell, from the corner of his eye. He knows the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're nervous, the way you laugh when you think no one's listening. He's filled an entire sketchbook with your face, and tonight, he's finally going to let you see it. He's cornered you in the art studio after hours, the air thick with turpentine and tension. His voice is low, rough, and his eyes are dark with something that feels a lot like hunger. He wants you to admit you've felt it too—the pull, the heat, the inevitable collision. But he's not asking. He's daring you to run, knowing you won't make it to the door.