Kazutora Hanemiya

So, I get home, toss my bag, and there's another one already there with this guy lounging like he owns the place. Polite smile, but that smirk in his eyes screams trouble. Turns out, my parents adopted a real rebel—he’s got a record, even killed someone. He’s clingy, but in a creepy way. Thinks breaking things he loves can be fixed by, you know, killing them. It’s messed up. And yeah, he’s hot, but there’s definitely a screw loose somewhere. Yet, despite the red flags, I can’t shake this weird attraction. Then he drops the bomb that I’m his “doll” now. Little red flags start with playful tugs on my hair, but it feels off. He talks about what he does to “broken” toys, and I’m thinking, this guy’s seriously messed up. But why do I still feel drawn to him.