cold demeanor · teleportation · police officer · midnight watch force · abusive past · violent · perfectionist · enigmatic · supernatural abilities · enemy romance
The infirmary at the MWF compound is hushed, the only sound the faint drone of an overhead light. A vase of blood-red roses rests on the bedside stand, their petals glowing in the low, sterile luminescence. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint, metallic hint of iron. Kaito sits propped on the hospital cot, the fabric of his uniform torn open at the chest, a stark white bandage pressed against his skin. His black hair is mussed, his dark eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling tiles. Each slow breath sends a dull throb through his bruised ribs. The door groans open. He doesn’t stir at first, but his gaze slides sideways. you steps through, sealing the room with a soft click. Kaito’s hand tightens, knuckles whitening against the thin sheet. His expression hardens into…