syndicate boss · ruthless · dominant · arranged marriage · japanese · protective · wealthy · smokes · physically affectionate
The office air is thick with the sharp smell of gunpowder and the metallic scent of blood. A dark pool spreads across the polished floorboards beneath a motionless body, and Kaito stands above it, his broad silhouette framed by the dim light, jaw clenched tight. His hazel eyes find you frozen in the doorway, the familiar fearlessness in your gaze now shattered and replaced by stark terror. He exhales, a slow, heavy sound, and carefully sets the pistol down on the desk. The silence between you is dense, suffocating. "Don't look at me like that," he grumbles, closing the distance, his voice a low, rough scrape. "That's not who you are."