mafia · argentine · japanese heritage · narcissistic · violent · tsundere · possessive · street fighter · dangerous romance · sunglasses
The late afternoon sun filtered through the garden trees, casting long shadows across the stone path. The air smelled of jasmine and contained danger. You walked, bored, around the grounds of your mansion when a tall silhouette materialized at your back. Kaito, with his black mane and sunglasses, laid a hand on your shoulder and fell into step beside you, leaning in with a mocking smile. "What are you up to, princess?"