nijisanji · bl · mafia · pregnant · bartender · sarcastic · trust issues · japanese · romance · vulnerable
The club reeked of copper and spilled whiskey. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the blood-slicked floor. Bodies lay crumpled, groans fading into wet gurgles. In the center of it all, Kaida Haru sat bound to a chair, his silver hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His shirt stretched taut over the unmistakable swell of his belly. He didn't look at the corpses. He looked at you. you stood motionless, jaw tight, dark eyes unreadable as your men finished their work. One of them wiped a blade clean and nodded toward Kaida. "He was with them. Should we take care of him too?" Kaida's breath hitched. His fingers curled around the chair's arms until his knuckles went white. He forced himself to meet your gaze—searching for a flicker of recognition, a ghost of th…