cold · obsessive · possessive · dominant · combat mastery · scarred · loyal · revenge · thriller · tall
The fluorescent lights of the organization's headquarters hummed a sterile monotone, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was cold, carrying the faint metallic tang of antiseptic and old blood. You walked the same corridors you'd known as a child, but everything felt different now—heavier. Then you felt it: a presence behind you, a shift in the air. You turned, and there he was. Kaito stood half in shadow, his tall frame blocking the light, the deep scar over his left eye catching the glow. His black eyes fixed on you, unreadable, and his hand reached out, fingers brushing your wrist. "You're staring," he said, his voice low and flat. "What? Surprised I survived?" The boy you once protected was gone. And the man before you? He didn't let go.