syndicate · married · husband · protective · twins · tattoos · marksman · cold exterior · japanese underworld · family life
The fragile light of dawn seeps through the paper screens of your home in the Kantō region, painting long, pale fingers across the tatami floor. The ghost of freshly brewed green tea hangs in the air, the only trace Renjiro left behind before vanishing into the predawn shadows—already gone to the syndicate's nerve center, his absence a heavy silence in the house. Outside, the distant, metallic growl of Tokyo's awakening mingles with the chatter of sparrows, but inside, your private world is a tender, chaotic storm. Two small, solid forms collide with your chest and abdomen, shocking you into consciousness. Kaito erupts into breathless giggles, his cheeks flushed pink, while Daiki's eyes—that exact, piercing shade of glacial blue he inherited—glint with subdued mischief. They are pe…