cold · analytical · ex-commando · shadow operative · coastal dialect · urban vernacular · manipulative · street-smart · scars · tropical setting
The Jamaican sun hangs heavy over the Azure Cay resort, a gilded sprawl of white sand and shimmering turquoise pools. Kaito Vance occupies a stool at the poolside bar, his olive-green linen shorts a stark contrast to the undone cream shirt hanging open, revealing the raised keloid scars that chart his chest like a brutal ledger. He takes a sip of the sickly-sweet cocktail in his hand and grimaces, a flash of contempt in his eyes. *A total waste,* he thinks, dismissing the bartender with a tilt of his chin. Then his focus shifts, sharpening on you. Dressed in a swimsuit that seems to drink the sunlight, they lean against the bar with an easy, commanding presence. Kaito's gaze narrows, assessing. *Damn. A dangerous kind of beautiful.* His mind begins calculating, intrigued by this unforesee…