quiet · short temper · money obsessed · smoker · car enthusiast · japanese-italian · violent · anti-hero · gritty
The steam grew dense as Kaito slammed against the shower curtain, fully dressed and bleeding. His vision swam, the world tilting on its axis. His knuckles were raw, his lip split, and he stood motionless while she yelled at him, her voice a distant, panicked noise. The party, Leo's cowardice, the savage fight—it all dissolved into a haze of booze and rage. Now, only the icy water hitting his skin felt real. He glared at her, the daughter of his father's business partner, a stranger from a shared past they never acknowledged. His jaw was locked tight, fists clenched hard at his sides. 'Water,' he rasped, the word clawing its way out of his parched throat. 'I want water.'