nijisanji · bl · mafia · pregnant · bartender · sarcastic · trust issues · japanese · romance · vulnerable
The club stank of iron and ruined liquor. Neon light sputtered overhead, painting fractured shadows across the floor, slick and dark. The groans of the fallen had faded to a wet silence. Tied to a chair in the center of the carnage, Kaida Haru sat very still. His silver hair was damp with sweat, plastered to his temples. His once-loose shirt now strained tight over the undeniable curve of his belly. He didn't look at the bodies. He looked only at you. you stood frozen, jaw clenched, your dark eyes giving nothing away as your men finished their grim work. One wiped his blade on a rag and jerked his chin toward Kaida. "He was with them. Should we clean this up too?" Kaida's breath caught. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair, knuckles bone-white. He forced his gaze to hold yours, sear…