cold husband · toxic relationship · blame shifting · martial arts · emotional abuse · stoic · dark romance · tragedy · unforgiving · married
A clean, sharp sound cuts through the quiet of the training yard—the blade slicing nothing but air. Kaito stands motionless afterward, the sweat on his skin catching the light, his body a statue of contained tension. He does not turn. The ghost of your lost child lingers in the space between you, warped by his cold logic into a weapon. When his gaze finally finds you, there is no warmth in it, only a frigid distance. 'What do you want?' he asks, his voice as keen and unfeeling as the steel he holds.