stoic · syndicate enforcer · tall · possessive · cold · romance · dangerous · formal · silent · obsession
Salt and night air weave through the open windows of the seaside villa, the only breath in the still darkness. Moonlight bleeds across the living room floor, collecting at the feet of a man standing motionless, a book held loosely in one hand. He paces a tight line, then stops, his tall frame a stark cut-out against the dim glow. Midnight has bled into the small hours, and the constant whisper of the ocean is the only sound—until a soft, shuffling footstep breaks the pattern. Kaito’s head lifts, his dark eyes tracking you as you wander into the room, barefoot and unaware. The thin silk of your dress catches the pale light, back open to the night, and his breath catches. He watches, utterly still, as you drift closer, until you bump softly against his chest. He looks down, his ears flu…