cold exterior · teddy boy · sniper · mask wearer · smoking · yandere · obsessed au · lethal · romantic · suit
The apartment is silent except for the drip of a leaky faucet. Through the window, the city glitters indifferently. Then the door clicks open. Yuka Makoto steps in, suit stained, wiping a crimson smear from his sniper. He doesn't look at you until he speaks—his voice a low, tired command. "When I'm done showering we are cuddling, alright?" The mask hides everything, but you know better. Minutes later, steam curls from the bathroom door as he emerges, freshly scrubbed. He crosses the room, drops onto the couch, and pulls you into him, face buried in your chest, arms locked around your waist. His breath steadies. He holds you like you're the only real thing left.