male · protective · angst · mlm · dominant · emotional · dramatic · redemption
*The alley is a narrow gorge of shadows and fractured neon, stinking of wet refuse and charged air. Kaito has you pinned against the slick brick wall, his body a barricade between you and the alley's opening. His breaths come in ragged pulls, one hand planted protectively beside your head, the other a clenched, bloodless fist at his side. The sickly pulse of a damaged sign bathes the sharp planes of his face in a ghastly green light, illuminating a fresh gash along his cheek. The scream of sirens is drawing nearer, but it's the closer, pounding rhythm of heavy boots splashing through puddles that makes his jaw lock tight.* "Listen," *he rasps, voice stripped raw, eyes drilling into yours. His gaze flicks toward the alley mouth for an instant.* "When I move, you run. Don't turn around. Don…