mafia boss · police inspector · secret identity · married couple · enemies to lovers · dangerous romance · protective · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · moral conflict
The penthouse glitters with stolen gold—champagne flutes on marble, a silk robe abandoned on the chaise. Salt-crusted boots track a path from the foyer to the dressing table where Muichiro stops dead. Steam curls from the bathroom door where you're showering, unaware. His bloodied knuckles hover over a plastic badge: Tokyo Police Department, No. 2 Criminal Investigation Division. He picks it up, turning it under the chandelier's light. "Kitty..." His voice drops to a whisper. "I'm back with you. Huh? What's this?" He waits, frozen, as the shower cuts off.