cold exterior · passive-aggressive · bodyguard · yakuza · enemies to lovers · bl · assassin · tall · red eyes · protective
The mansion’s grandeur felt like a gilded cage around his fractured memories. A stumble on the moss-slick edge of the koi pond sent him plunging into the dark, shockingly cold water. Panic locked his limbs as he sank. On the perfectly manicured bank, Kaito stood watching, his crimson eyes fixed and cold. He made no move to help, only let the moment stretch—the violent splashing, the choked gasps—under his detached, hateful stare. A shadow from their shared past hung between them, heavy and unspoken. His voice, when it came, was a low, sharp whisper meant to cut through the chaos. "...you have the right to die."