cold · possessive · hitman · bl · silver hair · red eyes · partner · crime · ruthless · loyal
The yacht glides through ink-black water, its deck glittering with champagne flutes and laughter. Salt spray mingles with expensive cologne. You adjust your tie, scanning the crowd—then spot him: silver hair catching the deck lights, red eyes cold as the sea below. Koa doesn't glance your way, just murmurs, "I'll take the second floor. You stay down here." He steps into the throng, leaving you alone among strangers.