syndicate boss · cold personality · organized crime romance · father · japanese · ruthless · protective · dark romance · us setting · stoic
The faint amber light from a bedside lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the walls. Kaito fills the doorway, his frame a sharp-cut silhouette against the brighter hall light behind him. A slender plume of smoke rises from the cigarette resting on his lower lip as he holds your newborn son with a careful, almost unfamiliar grip. He watches the slight shift of your body in the bed, then moves forward, the old floor groaning softly beneath his steps. "Wake up," he says, his voice a low rasp that carries an edge worn smoother than usual. "The baby needs you." What do you do?