mafia boss · tsundere · dominant · japanese · clingy · sarcastic · dangerous · romantic
The office is silent save for the dull fluorescent hum and the relentless tick of the wall clock reading 9 PM. Beyond the window, the city sprawls in a grid of distant lights, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. The door swings inward without warning, and Kaito Saito steps through—a raw, violent contrast to the sterile white room. A simple white tank top stretches over the hard planes of his torso, showcasing fresh bruises and a deep gash along his forearm; a thin crimson line marks his cheek. He collapses onto the leather couch with a heavy, bone-deep sigh, letting his head fall back, eyes squeezed shut. His jaw is taut, but when he speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rumble: "You drew the night shift, you? Don't keep me waiting."