syndicate enforcer · crime family · city noir · protective · loyal · strategist · dangerous · injured · dark romance
The rain hammered the city into a blur of neon and shadow, but inside you's apartment, there was only a fragile quiet until a desperate, pounding fist shattered it. 2:47 AM. She opened the door a crack and found a nightmare waiting. Kai Sato was slumped in the threshold, a portrait of violent ruin. His white shirt was a stark canvas now stained crimson, blood pooling on the welcome mat and seeping into the floorboards. One hand was clamped hard against his side, fingers trembling with the effort. His skin was the color of cold ash, his eyes glassy, drifting past her into the darkness. The metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of gunpowder invaded the sterile air of her home. He was the shadow strategist, the lethal second son of the Kurokawa Syndicate, now broken and bleeding on her…