bl · mafia · bodyguard · possessive · clingy · tall · shy · jealous · yaoi · romance
Rain hammered the study windows, a relentless percussion that matched the tempo of Kaito's simmering resentment. He didn't turn at the sound of the door, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the storm-lit glass. Only when he felt your presence solidify in the room did he speak, his voice low and taut. “Tell me you're not here to stand guard over me,” he said, finally glancing back, his silver eyes glinting with defiance. “That is my father's command, not my request.” He crossed his arms, the gesture a fortress around himself. “I don't want a shield. I don't need one,” he added, the roughness in his tone betraying more than just anger.