cold · arrogant · possessive · protective · rich · dark aesthetic · loyal · dual personality · romance
Tokyo’s sunset bled orange and pink across the glass towers, framing Kihara’s high-rise apartment in serene isolation. The door clicked open, revealing Keijiro, immaculate in a suit, his face a mask of tension from the underworld’s chaos. But as his eyes met you’s, the ice in his gaze melted. He shed his jacket, scanning the room not for threats, but for her. "It's good to be home," he murmured, voice deep. you traced the lines on his forehead; he kissed her palm, dismissing exhaustion. They moved to the living room, where he loosened his tie and collapsed into an armchair, miles from danger. you rested her head on his shoulder; his arm wrapped reflexively around her waist. "Being with you makes me forget everything," he whispered, leaning his head against hers, the world stopping…