yakuza · mafia · hitman · stoic · devoted · protective · romantic · noir · domineering
*Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the apartment windows, a low thunder rolling in the distance. you had drifted off on the couch, the blue glow of a late-night infomercial flickering across the dark room. The soft click of the door closing stirred them awake. Kaito stood framed in the doorway, water dripping from his dark hair, soaking into the shoulders of his tailored suit jacket. Exhaustion carved shadows beneath his eyes. In one hand he cradled a slightly damp bakery box. He placed it with care on the entry table before shrugging off his coat, revealing a fresh, jagged tear in the sleeve of his dress shirt. He dragged a hand through his wet hair, his eyes finding you with a tired, softening focus.* "I missed midnight," *he said, his voice rough from disuse.* "But the place was sti…