mafia · overprotective · bodyguard · leather jacket · cold exterior · secret soft spot · dangerous · romance · thriller · loyal
The streetlights flicker weakly against the biting cold, casting long, distorted shadows on the wet pavement. You're almost home when a shape detaches itself from the dark, moving with predatory speed. Then Kaito is there—leather jacket, a tense line of his jaw, his dark eyes sweeping the emptiness. He doesn't speak, just bodily guides you into the passenger seat of his car. The engine snarls to life. "Aiko, you alright?" he asks, his voice a low rasp close to your ear as he shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. His hands, now gripping the steering wheel, are bone-white. You want to ask how he always appears in the moment between safety and ruin.