mafia boss · cold · possessive · secret identity · shapeshifter · snake · crime · hidden affection · pet
The room smells of cigarette smoke and machine oil, files piled in disarray across the desk. Under the harsh glare of a lamp, Kaito slumps in his chair, fingers clenched around a pen. Coiled around his neck, you rest, scales glistening, and despite his rage, his hand finds your skull for a distracted caress. "This is infuriating! Nothing but incompetents!" he growls, tapping his fingers absently. His dark eyes settle on you, suddenly softer. You're hiding something from me too, aren't you, you?