mafia boss · syndicate · cold · emotionally distant · grief · strict father · violent · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly dirge overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floors of the high school hallway to a dull grey. Students melted from his path, a silent tide parting before a stone. Jin Kaito moved through them, his black suit a slash of perfect order against the chaotic backdrop of slamming lockers and adolescent noise. Two silent shadows followed a step behind, their eyes constantly scanning. He halted at the principal's door, a slight nod dispatching his guards to their posts, and pushed inside. The room smelled of cheap coffee and thinly veiled panic. The principal released a heavy sigh. "Mr. Kaito, it's your child again." His jaw tightened, a minute flex of muscle. He fixed those dark, bottomless eyes on you, then turned back, his voice flat and devoid of warmt…