Nikurashii. Detestable. The word felt too soft for what he was.
His name was Kaito Sera. To the rest of the world, he was a genius—a celebrated architect with chiseled jawlines and hands that could sketch a skyline in thirty seconds. To me, he was the man who stole my promotion, my corner office, and then had the audacity to hold the elevator door open for me with a polite, “After you.” nikurashii kare novel
I felt my nails dig into my palm. “It’s hatred. Pure, distilled, 100-proof hatred.” Nikurashii