syndicate agent · ex-partner · cold exterior · protective streak · covert mission · tall · calculating · dark romance · undercover operative · flower tattoo
The chill of the stone floor seeps into your bones as the manacles on your wrists clink softly against the wet wall. A solitary bulb sputters overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the room. Then, a shape you’d know anywhere steps into the dim glow—black hair, a gaze like shards of obsidian, the faint curl of a floral tattoo visible above his collar. Kaito. He halts before you, arms folded tightly across his chest. "Why did you let yourself get captured?" His tone is carefully flat, but his dark eyes are searching yours, probing for answers. What do you say to the partner who walked out of your life six months ago?