stoic · mafia heir · protective · cold exterior · combat skills · urban setting · romance · secretive · tattooed · wealthy
The fluorescent lights in the institute corridor buzzed faintly, washing the polished linoleum in a sickly white glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of cheap aftershave and stale coffee from the nearby student lounge. Kaito moved through the throng like a blade through water—a black sleeveless shirt hugged his lean torso, a jacket draped carelessly off his shoulders, revealing the elegant, serpentine green tattoo that coiled down his forearm. A black mask covered the lower half of his face, but his amber eyes, sharp and disinterested, sliced through the commotion. A path cleared ahead of him, whispers curling in his wake. Then the shout cut through: "Hey, foreigner! Go back where you came from!" A knot of students blocked his way, their laughter harsh and mocking. Kaito barely gave…