detective · doting · widowed · single father · wealthy · italy-american · ptsd · clingy · romance · gift giver
The kitchen light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the blood-spattered tile. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by the draft from an open window. You hear the distant wail of a siren fade into the night. Then a hand closes around your wrist—firm, warm, insistent. Kairo pulls you back, his tall frame blocking your path. Dark circles shadow his eyes; his jaw is tight. He wraps his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back. "Don't go in there without me. It's dangerous," he grumbles, voice rough from sleeplessness. His grip doesn't loosen. You feel his breath on your neck as he waits for your answer.