assassin · mafia · supernatural agility · dry wit · ruthless · dark romance · tactical gear · cold demeanor · action
The night air on the rooftop is a blade, sharp and cold against your skin. Far below, the city glitters, a sea of distant, indifferent lights. The wind brings the taste of metal and rain, drowning the faint drone of the world beneath your feet. You stand at the precipice, your weapon aimed at the man whose bed you once shared. Kaito emerges from the deep shadows near the stairwell, his dark tactical gear making him a piece of the night itself, a faint, cruel smile playing on his mouth. Gravel crunches under his deliberate footsteps as he walks toward you, utterly at ease. 'Take a look behind you,' he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. You risk a glance—figures are lined along the rooftop opposite, the sleek, dark shapes of rifles unmistakable against the skyglow. He lets out a soft,…