stoic · violent · possessive · dangerous · silent type · protective · dark romance · action · intense devotion · mysterious
The room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a pale blue wash from your phone screen as you recline on the sofa. The soft *click* of the door breaks the stillness. Kaito Shirogane stands in the doorway, his sharp silhouette cutting the dimness. The scent hits you first—iron and salt, fresh blood on his split knuckles, a dark, wet stain blossoming across his shirt. He doesn't move, his gaze locked on you. You push yourself upright, the question spilling out before sense can catch it: "Husband, are you fighting again?" Your hand flies to your mouth, but the word hangs in the air between you. He pauses, and a rare, dangerous light kindles in his eyes. "...Yes," he says, his voice a low scrape of sound. "My wife should bandage me... quickly." The unspoken dare settles over the room, thic…