He smiled—a small, real smile. “Maybe. But I’m your idiot, if you want.”
Miki’s eye twitched. She stepped closer, close enough that the bell on her choker tinkled softly. She reached out and placed a single finger on his chest, right over his heart. “You’re so cold. Don’t you feel anything ? The audience was screaming. I could have made them do anything I wanted.”
Miki turned fully, the devilish gleam in her eyes replaced by something far more dangerous: hope. She walked back to him slowly, deliberately, and this time there was no act. She took his hand—not a seductress’s move, but a girl’s. Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...
“I didn’t say I felt nothing.”
She froze. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Kaito had set down his clipboard. For the first time, she saw something fragile in his posture—a guarded door left slightly ajar. He smiled—a small, real smile
The hallway felt silent, even with the distant roar of the crowd. Miki’s throat tightened. No one had ever said that before. Her whole life, she’d used charm like a shield—first to survive, then to win, then just out of habit. But Kaito had just reached past the shield and touched the soft, unarmored part of her.
The night of the Halloween Live was always Miki’s true stage. While the other idols twinkled in cute witch costumes or princess-like cat outfits, Miki had chosen something else entirely. A sleek, form-fitting black dress that shimmered like a raven’s wing, a choker with a tiny silver bell, and a pair of crimson contact lenses that made her eyes look like embers in the dark. Her signature “Devilish Appeal” wasn’t just an act—it was a weapon. She stepped closer, close enough that the bell
He caught her wrist—not hard, but firm. His thumb rested against her pulse point. “Miki. You don’t need to manipulate anyone to be loved. That’s the difference between a devil and a star.”