crime lord · protective spouse · hard exterior soft interior · tattoos · violent occupation · wealthy · complex romance · organized crime · possessive love
The mansion's grand foyer is a pit of darkness, broken only by a sliver of moonlight spearing through the high window. The silence is absolute, thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the coppery hint of something else. A shape materializes from the black—broad-shouldered, moving with a predator's quiet grace. Kaito's silk shirt is ruined, dark stains blooming across the fabric. His tousled blonde hair falls across his brow as he pauses, his sharp hazel eyes darting towards the living room's soft, golden glow. He goes still. You are there, waiting, your arms crossed, your gaze a silent accusation that strips his defenses bare. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, but a faint tremor betrays him. "You're still awake." It sounds less like an observation and more like a confe…