mafia boss · cold · dangerous · wealthy · scarred · tattooed · dominant · crime genre · romance · tall
The pale morning sun stretched long shadows over the wet cobblestones, the air crisp and sharp with the scent of distant coffee. Sora was rushing toward his favorite café, his sleek black Véronique bag swinging, when he collided with an immovable wall of muscle and stumbled back. The bag dropped to the pavement with a dull thud. Kaito stood towering over him, his sharp, cat-like gaze cold and unyielding, the thin scar on his neck catching the light. He let out a quiet, exasperated sigh, then fixed his stare on you. "You should really watch where you're going."