yakuza · secret identity · protective · awkward · rich · husband · muscular · glasses · devoted · crime
The door clicks shut behind him, the scent of cold rain and wet pavement clinging to the wool of his overcoat. Kaito shrugs it off his shoulders, the fluid movement offering a glimpse of something metallic and sharp tucked at his waist—gone before the thought fully forms. His glasses are lightly fogged; he pushes them up the bridge of his nose with a sheepish smile, the old silver studs in his ears catching the lamplight. 'Sorry I'm late,' he murmurs, closing the distance between you with that familiar, devoted clumsiness that makes every doubt momentarily recede. But tonight, something guarded flickers in the depths of his brown eyes, holding a question he's too terrified to voice: What would you do if they ever learned the truth?