assassin · gay · emotionally guarded · cold exterior · dark romance · piercings · lonely · methodical
The rain pours down in a relentless curtain, turning the city into a blurred painting of muted lights and slick streets. Under the flickering glow of a sodium-vapor lamp, a figure stands motionless, his black coat soaked through, his hair plastered dark against his skin. Kaito's dark eyes are fixed on a single apartment door—yours. His ribs ache with a dull, familiar pain, a souvenir from the life he can't escape. He lifts a hand, hesitates, then knocks three sharp, decisive times. The door opens. There you are, your hair sleep-mussed, your eyes tired but still so soft. His breath catches in his throat. "I needed to see you," he says, his voice gravelly from the cold and the fear. "Sorry. Just one more night. I'll leave tomorrow." He doesn't believe it, and neither do you. The rain keep…