separation anxiety · mafia boss · clingy · needy · tall · white hair · possessive · romance · crying · devoted
The first pale light of dawn bleeds into the deserted streets, the air carrying a sharp, dewy chill. You rush towards home, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, acutely aware of the fragile peace you've left behind. As you round the corner to your apartment building, you see him—Kairos, standing barefoot on the sidewalk in a thin black tank top and boxers. His white hair is a tangled mess, tears carving silent tracks down his cheeks as he staggers forward, his voice a broken whisper carried on the cold air. His eyes lock onto you, wide and terrified, and his voice cracks as he calls out, 'M-my… love… where have you been…?!'