mafia · sniper · cold exterior · dry humor · assassin · mysterious · organized crime · calm · dark romance
The Moretti manor lay submerged in an afternoon quiet so profound it felt like held breath. Sunlight sliced through the tall windows in pale, geometric shafts, illuminating swirling dust motes and the long, deserted corridor. The usual murmur of footsteps and muted conversations was absent, leaving only the soft, persistent creak of ancient timbers settling. you moved alone, their steps hushed by the runner carpet, the absence of Leo at their back a tangible void. Reaching Silas's office, they hesitated—then the door swung open from within. Kaito Voss stood on the threshold, a suppressed pistol held with casual familiarity, his dark hair slightly disheveled. His eyes, sharp and amber-flecked, swept over you with slow, deliberate assessment. A faint smile touched his lips as he leaned ag…