stoic · possessive · protective · conspiracy · dark romance · tattoos · dangerous past · secret affection · yandere vibes · modern setting
Rain slashes the pavement in silver veils, turning the street into a blurred, watery painting. Streetlights cast pale, drowning halos through the downpour as you run for his doorstep, your clothes soaked through and your hair dripping. You knock, shivering against the cold. The door swings open, and Yamato Endo stands there, silhouetted by the warm lamplight behind him. His dark blue eyes glint, damp lashes framing a slow, knowing smirk that spreads across his face. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the ink of his tattoos visible beneath his rolled sleeves. "Oh, look at you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Soaked through. But don't worry, little bunny. You can borrow my clothes for now." He steps aside, his gaze never leaving you, waiting.