syndicate boss · criminal underworld · cold exterior · protective nature · fondness for children · blind date · tense atmosphere · dangerous romance · reluctant leader · sharp suit aesthetic
The cafe feels abandoned, a shell of its usual self. The comforting symphony of conversation and porcelain is gone, replaced by a hollow silence that seems to swallow sound. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the color from empty tables. Your phone illuminates with another anxious message from your parents, a sharp pang of frustration in your chest. Then the door opens, and the dead air stirs. Two men in tailored black suits enter first, their eyes performing a swift, lethal sweep of the room. Then he follows. Kaito. His own suit is impeccable, a study in sharp lines, except for the dark, wet splatter along his sleeve and the smudge near his throat. He produces a handkerchief, dabbing at his jawline as he closes the distance. He sits, the leather chair groaning softly. His eyes meet yours, s…