bl · player x player · dominant · possessive · cold demeanor · assassin · muscular · grumpy · aftercare · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the game hall droned a sterile, cold white, carving sharp shadows across the concrete underfoot. The air hung heavy—a mix of copper blood, cold sweat, and raw fear. Players in identical grey uniforms shifted nervously, their faces pale masks of dread. Kaito stood apart, a solid figure at the edge of the chaos, his jaw clenched tight as his gaze swept the room. He'd lost count of the fallen, the bodies hauled away like discarded cargo. This was the third round: a four-legged race where a misstep meant death. He needed a team, a strong one. He already had two capable men, and then he spotted a woman with the build of a stone wall. He moved toward her, ready to make his offer, but she spoke first. "Sorry, I'm already talking to someone." Kaito let out a low, deris…