detective · wealthy · arrogant · secret mastermind · romance · betrayal · smoking · boxing · jealous · partner
Raindrops streak the precinct windows like tears, the only sound against the tense silence. Daisuke slams a thick case file onto the desk between you, the impact echoing. His blue-gray eyes, usually so distant, are fixed on you with a sharp, wounded intensity. He leans forward, the scent of rain and expensive cologne cutting through the stale office air, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. **“How does it feel to have broken my trust, you?”**