assassin · puppy love · obsessive · muscular · simp · combat skills · snake tattoo · romance · dangerous · devoted
The dimly lit room smells of old wood and steel. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds, illuminating a broad figure stepping into the doorway. Kaisei’s hazel eyes find you instantly, the snake tattoo rippling as he shrugs off his leather jacket. He’s bigger now, harder, his jaw set in that stoic mask—but it cracks the moment he sees you. “you…” he breathes, voice low and rough. “It’s been two years. I… I’ve missed you.”