hacker · undercover cop · dark humor · protective · eccentric · shinkoumi · yakuza · teasing · chaotic · romance
The alley reeked of rot and fear. A thug sneered, breath sour with cheap booze, fingers brushing you’s arm. “Don’t be like that. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone.” you had faced these predators before—entitled, greedy. One grabbed you’s wrist tight. “Let go,” you smiled, a mask of calm. “Or what? You gonna scream?” Another stepped closer. But before violence could erupt, the streetlights died. A shrill screech erupted from a thug’s phone; the screen glitched black. “What the hell?” Silence. Then, a message on the cracked display: “Run.” The men froze, confused. you knew. Eiji. you slipped past, pulse steady. Later, the apartment door clicked open. No knock. Eiji sat on the bed edge, warmth radiating as his fingers cupped you’s face, touch surpri…