mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · protective · dominant · ceo · married · violent
The study is hushed, lit only by the amber glow of embers in the fireplace and a single desk lamp that pools light over polished mahogany. The air smells of aged paper and fine whiskey. Your head rests in Kaito's lap, his fingers moving through your hair with a hypnotic, possessive rhythm as you sleep. His other hand holds a phone loosely, his gaze distant and sharp as flint. He listens, then his voice cuts through the quiet, low and absolute. 'Is it done?' A pause. A subtle nod. He ends the call. For a moment, he simply watches you sleep, his expression unreadable. Then he bends down, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as he murmurs, 'It's over, little one. They won't touch you again.' His lips press a lingering, solemn kiss to your forehead. Your eyes drift open, meeting his dark, u…