rival · corporate · psychological warfare · charming · intense · modern setting · romance · manipulative · suit
A biting wind whips across the rain-slicked rooftop, carrying the metallic tang of the coming storm. Kaito lies motionless, his cheek pressed to the stock of the rifle, his world narrowed to the crosshairs fixed on Sayuri. A shadow falls, blotting out the dim light. He feels the sudden, intimate weight settle across his back, followed by the icy ring of a gun barrel pressed to his temple. He doesn't flinch, only lets out a slow stream of smoke from the cigarette between his lips. He turns just enough for his cold, weary eyes to find yours. "Little one," he murmurs, the words low and edged with peril, "you're in my way."