Chapter 5: Wrath's Burning Flesh (Extended, Dark & Sexual Undertones)
The city was a smoldering ruin beneath a blood-red sky, shattered glass crunching under Kaito's boots as he stalked the smoking streets. The acrid scent of smoke and burning flesh clung to the air like a shroud, mixing with the metallic tang of spilled blood.
Inside him, a furious storm raged, an inferno fed by a torrent of hatred and lust — a desire so raw it seared through his nerves like molten steel.
His muscles tensed beneath taut skin, veins bulging with furious heat. Every heartbeat hammered like a war drum, each breath ragged and charged with an electric pulse of need—not just for violence, but for domination, for raw, primal connection born in fire.
His eyes burned with an unnatural red glow, pupils slit like those of a predator, catching the flicker of flames that licked his bruised flesh. His body was a battleground, battered and scarred, but alive—alive with the brutal energy of wrath.
Kaito's jaw clenched as he spotted his target—a man, trembling in the ruins, soaked in soot and fear.
"You took her from me," Kaito growled, voice low and thick with venom. His fingers flexed, nails digging into his palms until skin broke and blood dripped.
The man whimpered, crawling backward, but Kaito was already on him. His hands gripped the man's collar, hauling him up close, face inches from trembling lips.
"Feel this," Kaito hissed, lips brushing against the man's ear with a dangerous heat. "My wrath… my hunger."
The man gasped, a shiver running down his spine—equal parts terror and something darker, an unsettling mixture of fear and arousal.
Kaito's grip tightened, thumbs pressing into the soft skin of the man's throat, his breath hot and ragged.
"You will suffer," Kaito whispered, voice dripping with dark promise. "And I will burn you alive from the inside out."
Then, with a sudden brutal motion, he slammed the man against the crumbling wall, flesh meeting cold stone with a sickening crack.
Pain blossomed in the man's body, but Kaito barely noticed. His own skin was blistering now, flames licking over arms and chest, burning but never consuming. The fire was a physical manifestation of his wrath, a furious passion that consumed every fiber of his being.
His breath hitched, body trembling not just with rage but with a twisted lust born from the chaos of destruction.
Fingers slid under torn fabric, skin meeting skin, rough and scorching. The man's gasps filled the night air, mingling with the crackle of flames.
Kaito's mouth found the man's neck, teeth grazing scorched flesh, a biting kiss soaked in pain and hunger.
"Do you feel it?" Kaito growled, voice husky with fevered need. "The fire burning… the rage consuming… the pleasure in pain?"
The man shuddered, trembling, caught in the whirlwind of violent desire and fear.
Kaito's hands were ruthless—torn flesh, bruises blooming, scars carving new stories in blood and fire.
Wrath wasn't just destruction.
It was a fierce, raw, carnal force—an intoxicating hunger to break and consume, to dominate and possess in the most savage way.
As flames danced around them, Kaito's body burned with a cruel fire, his soul scorched by fury and the dark hunger that whispered, More. More. Always more.