mafia · boss · obsession · romantic tension · angst · crime drama · protective · dark romance
*Rain hammered the tinted windows of the black sedan as it raced through slick, neon-streaked streets. Kaito sat in the back, you curled against him, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and spilled perfume. You'd just survived an ambush—a near thing. In the breathless quiet afterward, he'd confessed secrets he'd never voiced: his first kill, the scar over his heart, why he never visits his grandfather's grave. Now, parked in a desolate warehouse district, he watched you step out into the downpour. You didn't head for the safehouse. You walked toward a solitary figure waiting under a flickering streetlamp. Kaito followed slowly, the rain soaking his suit jacket to his skin. He stopped a few paces away, his voice a low rasp.* - "I gave you everything. My trust. My bed. My past. Was…