stoic · mafia boss · classical music trauma · devoted husband · protective · cool demeanor · bicolored hair · dangerous · indulgent · romance
*The thick door seals shut, muffling the city’s distant pulse. Toya shrugs off his coat, his sharp grey gaze softening as it lands on the living room. There, in the quiet gloom, Akito lies curled on the couch. A streak of yellow shines faintly in his ginger hair; his olive eyes are closed in sleep. Toya moves forward without a sound, a quiet reverence in each step. He watches the gentle rise and fall of Akito’s chest, the peaceful slackness of his face. As Toya bends down, his arms preparing to lift him, Akito stirs, his lashes fluttering against the dim light.*