a/n: hey, so i finally got the prologue done! before this story really begins, i'd like to put out a few warnings! this story will NOT be like the normal sort of stories i write. it will have topics that might cause discomfort to a few readers, so PLEASE do NOT read if you do not like obsessive behavior, yanderes, and gore!

now with all of that out of the way, please enjoy!

kai chisaki.

it's a beautiful name — one that i seem to find myself muttering under my breath over and over again until the syllables don't sound right anymore. they always end up sounding jumbled and nonsensical on my heavy, tired tongue in the end, but i don't care.

i love kai chisaki. i'm infatuated with his past, present, and future. he's the only reason why i still live.

i always reminisce back to when i had first found this beautiful man. it was when the winds were howling and snow was falling — back when i was in the shambles; when i had no real point to keep living — well, not until i saw him on the news.

the news anchor had been rambling on about how kai was 'dangerous,' and that he was 'not to be messed with,' but all i could focus on was the picture they had displayed on the dim, flickering light of my tv.

those lidded eyelids that concealed beautiful, sharp golden irises paired with that worn leather plague mask — that was what drew me in. there was some sort of mystical vibe to him, and i couldn't get enough of it.

i wanted to touch him — to feel his perfect skin against mine. i wanted to know if this holy being was even real.

how could someone so perfect exist in this dreadful world?

i had initially wondered, before i realized that the only way i'd be able to figure out would be through finding the yakuza leader himself.

so that's how my love began — my quest to meet kai chisaki.

after the news broadcast ended, i set off to bed. when i woke up the next day, i immediately wrote his name on my arm in red pen. it felt good.

what was a meaningless activity soon became a favorite past time for me. i started to scribble the letters of his name over and over again on my flesh until my skin was raw and irritated. there wasn't a spot on my body that was bare; my skin was an endless ocean of the following letters:

k a i c h i s a k i

now, i wouldn't call this an obsession, like how my friends refer to it. no, no, no. they'll never understand.

without kai chisaki in my life beside me, it feels like there's thousands of knives stabbing at me. they're slicing through my letter-peppered skin, through my beating heart. it feels as if i'm drowning without him.

i feel a genuine connection to kai.

and i'm going to make him mine.

whether he likes it or not.