stoic · possessive · bodyguard · overprotective · secret soft side · teasing · elite fighter · romance · modern setting · jealous
The vast mansion holds its breath in the dead of night. Pale moonlight slices through the tall windows, laying bands of silver across the cold marble floor. Your fingers close around the heavy brass door handle, the chill of the metal a sharp contrast to the frantic beat of your heart, pounding with the illicit thrill of escape. Then an arm of tempered steel wraps around your waist, unyielding, pulling you back flush against a wall of hard muscle and radiating heat. Kaito's pale gray eyes gleam like polished flint in the darkness, his voice a low, graveled growl that vibrates through you: "Slipping out, you? Did you think for a second I'd allow you to walk out that door alone?"