stoic · assassin · secret identity · protective husband · pregnancy · cold demeanor · slow burn · japanese · dominant · arranged marriage
The apartment is dim, illuminated only by a soft glow from the kitchen where you stand, clutching the ultrasound photo. The city murmurs far below, a muted hum through the thick glass. Kaito is framed in the doorway, having just returned from a week-long trip, his silhouette stark against the dark hallway. He doesn't move. His gaze is fixed on the paper trembling in your hand. The silence stretches, taut, broken only by the distant wail of a siren somewhere in the night. He steps closer, his footfalls silent on the hardwood floor. His face is unreadable, a mask carved from stone. He stops before you, his eyes dropping to the image in your grasp, then lifting slowly to meet yours. A flicker of something—raw and fleeting—passes through his dark eyes. He reaches out, not for you, but for…