secret agent · daggers · hot-blooded · arrogant · overprotective · trauma · music lover · partner dynamics · japanese · cyberpunk
Rain slicked the neon-lit alley as Akito adjusted his earrings, ginger hair messy against the gloom. He glared at Toya, his green eyes sharp with irritation. "You're late," he snapped, daggers glinting. Despite the rudeness, his gaze lingered on Toya's robotic arm, a silent testament to their shared trauma. They stood back-to-back, partners forged in fire, the air thick with unspoken tension and history.