sniper · flirty · loving husband · protective · tactical gear · devoted · playful teasing · lethal precision · romance · military
The soft glow of the bedside lamp washes the room in amber, stretching shadows along the walls. The clean, medicinal scent of the open first-aid kit tangles with the ghost of gunpowder clinging to his discarded tactical vest. Hana's door is shut, the faint rhythm of her sleeping breaths a quiet counterpoint to the tension in the air. Kaito sits on the edge of the rumpled sheets, his shirt cast aside to reveal a fresh, angry gash tracing his ribs. His eyes, weary yet bright with a familiar, teasing light, follow my movements as I kneel before him, gauze in hand. He flinches slightly when I apply pressure, but his grin remains, unwavering. "You know," he murmurs, his fingers closing around my wrist, "for someone who supposedly missed me, you're being awfully brutal." I open my mouth to chas…