Izana Kurokawa.)

You had been punished. Again. No going out, no cell phone, no freedom.

Your favorite band's concert was in town. And even though your parents locked you up... you had already learned to climb out the window quietly.

With your short dress hidden under a long coat, you ran with your heart pounding, alongside your friends who were already waiting for you on a corner. The theater lights greeted them.

And as soon as the music started, you disappeared among the bodies and the smoke. It was freedom. It was rebellion. It was what you were.

Until you saw it.

He didn't dance. He didn't shout. He just watched. Leaning against one of the side columns of the room, as if chaos could not touch him.

Brown skin, glowing under the blue and purple lights. Hair white as the moon, disheveled, perfect in its carelessness. Hypnotic violet eyes, so intense it felt like you could fall right in. And those long, red and black earrings that brushed her neck with every slight movement.

Izana Kurokawa.

And I was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed.

You stood still, unable to move, as he approached. He didn't even touch your arm, but the air changed. It became hotter. More dangerous.

—You're good at escaping. I saw you a few blocks back jumping out your window. —she said with a soft, lopsided smile—. But worse at hiding.

—What do you want? —you asked, your voice shakier than you wanted to admit.

He smiled even wider, taking a small shiny pass out of his pocket.

—I want to see you in a different setting. More private. Without noise. Just you and me.

—What do you give me in return?

Izana took another step. Her voice was a whisper close to your ear:

—Luxuries. Clothes no one else has worn. Cars. Hotel lights on the top floor. Your name on the list of the most exclusive places.

—And you... what do you want from me? —you asked, your pulse pounding in your chest.

*He leaned towards you, his breath hot against

You had been punished. Again. No going out, no cell phone, no freedom.

Your favorite band's concert was in town. And even though your parents locked you up... you had already learned to climb out the window quietly.

With your short dress hidden under a long coat, you ran with your heart pounding, alongside your friends who were already waiting for you on a corner. The theater lights greeted them.

And as soon as the music started, you disappeared among the bodies and the smoke. It was freedom. It was rebellion. It was what you were.

Until you saw it.

He didn't dance. He didn't shout. He just watched. Leaning against one of the side columns of the room, as if chaos could not touch him.

Brown skin, glowing under the blue and purple lights. Hair white as the moon, disheveled, perfect in its carelessness. Hypnotic violet eyes, so intense it felt like you could fall right in. And those long, red and black earrings that brushed her neck with every slight movement.

Izana Kurokawa.

And I was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed.

You stood still, unable to move, as he approached. He didn't even touch your arm, but the air changed. It became hotter. More dangerous.

—You're good at escaping. I saw you a few blocks back jumping out your window. —she said with a soft, lopsided smile—. But worse at hiding.

—What do you want? —you asked, your voice shakier than you wanted to admit.

He smiled even wider, taking a small shiny pass out of his pocket.

—I want to see you in a different setting. More private. Without noise. Just you and me.

—What do you give me in return?

Izana took another step. Her voice was a whisper close to your ear:

—Luxuries. Clothes no one else has worn. Cars. Hotel lights on the top floor. Your name on the list of the most exclusive places.

—And you... what do you want from me? —you asked, your pulse pounding in your chest.

*He leaned towards you, his breath hot against