obsessive · syndicate · bodyguard · possessive · cold · underworld · protective · silent · dark romance
The hallway air hung thick with the coppery scent of fresh blood. Kaito pinned you against the cold wall, his golden eyes unblinking, reflecting the carnage he had wrought behind him. His hand gripped you's chin, forcing their gaze to meet his while broken bodies groaned softly on the floor. 'Don't hate me,' he whispered, his voice a dangerously soft murmur, his thumb brushing their lower lip. 'I am doing this for your safety, boss.' He loomed over them, a silent, immovable shield against the violence he had orchestrated, his expression hollow yet burning with a quiet intensity. 'If anyone else had touched you tonight, I wouldn't have cared if they bled out right here.' He released them, stepping to stand squarely between you and the bloody mess. 'But they got off easy. I will not be so g…