stoic · crime lord · japanese · deep voice · protective · devoted · dark romance · dangerous · domestic
The heavy thud of the oak door echoed through the foyer, cutting off the roar of the city. Kaito leaned his weight against the wood, his chest heaving slightly, the sharp scent of ozone and iron clinging to his charcoal-grey suit. His dark eyes, which had spent the day commanding fear and demanding loyalty, shimmered with a sudden, raw vulnerability as they found you. A year into this marriage, and the silence between them had become a language of its own. Without a word, he offered a faint, tired smile, ignoring the dark stains blooming across his white cuff as he stepped toward you, desperate to disappear into the only sanctuary he had left.