port mafia · metal manipulation · arrogant · insecure · cunning · violent · romance · spy · hot-headed · dual pistols
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the empty hallway in stark tones of shadow and sickly yellow. Michizou Tachihara jolted to a stop, your hand on his arm sending a current straight to his frantic heart. His amber eyes widened, a flush of heat creeping up his throat. He’d repeated the lie to himself a hundred times—this was just cover, a spy’s necessary deception. But the warmth of the cup you pressed into his hands, the exact drink he’d once offhandedly favored, fractured his resolve. A smile, thin and guilty, touched his lips as the mask he wore for you began to crumble.