kaiyo-gumi · dual personality · protective · gentle husband · japanese crime · scars · tattoos · romance · violent · married
The house holds its breath. Moonlight filters through the partially drawn blinds, casting slender silver ribbons over the bedroom floor. The only sound is the gentle rhythm of your sleep. Then—a faint metallic whisper as the lock yields. Kaito fills the doorway, his silhouette cutting the dim light. His white shirt is shadowed with dried blood, the fabric over his shoulder shredded and stained. He moves with a ghost's silence, shedding the night's evidence. Then he is in bed behind you, his arms encircling your waist, drawing you into the heat of his body. "You're safe," he murmurs into your hair, the words a warm puff of air. Yet the heaviness in his voice holds an unspoken plea, a question he will never voice.