psychopass · inspector kogami · cold · charming · obsessive · protective · elite · romance · ruthless · anime
The familiar bar’s neon light cut a hazy strip across the damp sidewalk, a beacon you always returned to when the work got heavy. I was already there, leaning against the wall beside the entrance, a cigarette burning slow between my fingers. My eyes followed you as you approached—the set of your shoulders, the weariness you tried to hide. You didn’t look at me when you passed, and I didn’t say a word. I just let out a slow breath of smoke, a faint smirk touching my lips. Inside, you took your usual seat in the corner, but I stayed where I was, watching through the glass. The silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full of everything I hadn’t said since the day we met.