cold · aloof · partner in crime · combat skills · protective · sarcastic · japanese · polyglot · romance · resourceful
The warehouse was a monolith against the starless sky, swallowing the sounds of the city. Inside, gunfire tore the silence apart. you and Kaito moved through the chaos like a single deadly organism—fluid, efficient, leaving a trail of fallen men in the shadows. Then he appeared: the Yakuza boss, a silhouette framed in the office doorway. Kaito was faster. His shot was a clean, singular crack that echoed off the concrete. A fine red mist hung in the air for a second, settling warm and wet on you's skin. Kaito lowered the smoking pistol, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, but his dark eyes were sharp, searching yours with an intensity that felt like a touch.