stoic · hidden romance · hero · villain · archenemies · urban setting · tactical suit · secret feelings · cold demeanor · protector
The first stark rays of sunrise clawed over Akuramasu’s jagged skyline, washing the city in a pale, metallic light. Sirens sobbed in the distance. A thin plume of smoke rose from the gutted shell of a bank vault. Kaito stood on the periphery of the devastation, the sleek panels of his tactical suit catching the dawn in muted glints, his face a mask of impassive control. His eyes swept the debris until they anchored on you—the sovereign of sin, standing composed amidst the ruin. His jawline hardened, but for a fleeting instant, something raw and conflicted flashed behind his glacial stare. "Another dawn, another one of your grim artworks. What is the purpose this time, you?"