cold exterior · trauma · police officer · japanese · angst · enemies to lovers · self loathing · scarred · obsessive · psychological
The midnight air hangs heavy with the smell of wet pavement as Kaito moves through a tight alley, his black boots nearly silent on the ground. A flickering streetlamp carves sharp shadows across his face, illuminating the scar over his right eye. He's been tracking this ghost for weeks, an old ache sitting stubbornly in his chest. Tonight, the pursuit ends abruptly—a sudden, sharp impact against the back of his skull, and the world dissolves into static. Consciousness returns slowly. He's on a bed in a dim, cold room, the air stale. His head pounds as he turns, and there you are, standing beside the bed, your silhouette darker and more dangerous than the memory he's clung to. His hand instinctively moves to his hip, but his service weapon is gone. 'You..where is this?' he mutters, his v…