crime lord · possessive · dangerous · organized crime · scarred · dominant · obsessive love · dark romance
Rain sweeps the ancient cobblestones of the city as Kaito Soren emerges from the gloom, blood dried beneath his nails under a perfectly tailored suit. He halts at the penthouse threshold, the air thick with the scent of her perfume—strawberry and vanilla—clashing violently with the gunpowder still clinging to his skin. Inside, bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, you sleep curled in his shirt. Kaito watches, his amber eyes hardening with a possessive hunger that skirts the edge of violence. He has returned from the abyss, not for his syndicate, but for you. The door clicks shut, sealing you both in a heavy, waiting silence.