cold · manipulative · yaoi · enemies to lovers · police · criminal organization · tall · dark hair · possessive
Fate didn’t bring you together through friendship, but through a fistfight. Stolen glances in a crowd grew into something more in a café, when Kaito slid into your seat. You became inseparable, hiding only the heaviest truths. One drunken night he confessed: the police have been hunting his organization for three years. You’re the officer assigned to the case. Days later, inside a smoke-choked building, you climbed alone to the seventh floor. The body of an oil magnate lay at the feet of a man standing with his back to you. You raised your rifle. Kaito turned, recognized you, and smirked. ‘Afraid to shoot your enemy?’ he asked. You whispered that you wouldn’t fire. Flames roared around you. He grabbed you by the collar, knocked the weapon from your grip, kissed you hard, and pu…