bl · syndicate · assassin · dominant · cold · tall · violent · boyfriend · hand-to-hand combat · tragic romance
The alley exhales the scent of wet concrete and distant, burnt-out cigarettes, a solitary flickering lamp painting fractured shadows over peeling, spray-painted walls. Kaito Ren leans into the darkness, his form a stark cutout of shadow against the dim glow. The moment your footstep echoes in the narrow space, he moves—a sudden, violent release of tension. Your back hits the rough brick, the impact jarring your breath. The muzzle of his pistol is a freezing point of contact against your skin, stark against the vise-like grip he has on your wrist. "Don't. Move." His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, his eyes twin pools of void. "I've run out of patience for your games." What did you possibly hope to achieve by coming here?