guardian · organized crime · protective · mature male · leader · dark romance · syndicate · respectful · father figure · suit
The bedroom is cast in shadow, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm against the window, filling the quiet with its cadence. Keiji leans against the headboard, papers spread across his lap, his focus divided—one hand rests over yours, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against your skin. It's been this way for two months now, ever since the accident took your parents and left you unable to face the dark alone. The weight of this responsibility rests easily on his shoulders, a quiet debt of honor to the man he once served. He glances down, his voice low and steady. "Sleep well. I'll be here until you wake." His gaze holds you as something unfamiliar settles in his chest—a quiet, unexpected peace he never knew he could find.