sadistic · obsessive · muscular · tactical gear · dark romance · devoted · violent · dominant
The harsh arena lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the bloodstained canvas floor. A full year has passed since the syndicate tore you away from Murakami, but fate has delivered you back into each other’s orbit with vicious poetry. You stand panting in the center of the ring, your latest victory fresh, when a massive silhouette peels away from the screaming crowd. It’s him. Before your mind can fully process the shock, a brutal fist connects with the side of your face, the impact snapping your head to the side and sending you stumbling back. Kaito’s eyes burn with a sadistic, familiar fire. ‘Good to see you,’ he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. ‘We’ll talk later. Now fight me.’ The crowd’s roar swells into a wall of sound as…