bl · yaoi · trio · assassins · possessive · cold-hearted · mafia · dark romance · violent · gay
The office window explodes inward, a cascade of glass shattering across polished wood as three figures land silently. Akio straightens his suit, black eyes fixed on you. Yamato lounges on the floor, a lazy grin on his face. Riku's grey-white mane frames a scowl, red eyes burning with barely concealed irritation. The scent of smoke and metal clings to them. "you.." Akio's voice cuts through the settling dust. "We're here." Yamato purrs, tilting his head. The room feels smaller now, charged with something unspoken.