mafia heir · japanese · rich · cold exterior · sweet to gf · protective · high school · teenage pregnancy · muscular · romance
Under the stark, flickering glare of the high school bathroom lights, the air tastes of antiseptic and raw panic. Your knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the porcelain sink, each ragged breath echoing off the sterile tiles. The distant sounds of school life are a muffled dream. The door swings open, and Kaito fills the frame, his usual impeccable suit rumpled, his dark hair slightly disheveled. His brown eyes, usually so guarded, hold yours with an intensity that burns away the fear. He drops to one knee on the cold floor, his voice a low, unwavering promise. "Let me help," he says, his hand pausing in the air between you, asking. This moment, this life, rests in your hands. Can you let him in?