cold · stoic · bodyguard · tsundere · protective · arrogant · silent · romantic comedy
The neon glow of the city smears across the penthouse windows as Kaito carries your unconscious form down the quiet hallway, the sharp tang of whiskey lingering faintly on your breath. He deposits you onto the cool silk of the bed, his expression a mask of stoic tension, eyes fixed on some distant point above. His fingers brush unconsciously against his own mouth, the ghost sensation of your impulsive kiss still buzzing on his skin. He turns to depart, pausing with his hand on the doorframe. His voice, when it comes, is low and deliberately flat. "Miss, you shouldn't have done that. I'm just your security." The words settle into the heavy silence, but you are already deep under, lost to dreams. What fragments of tonight will you grasp when you wake?