cold · obsessive · possessive · dominant · combat mastery · scarred · loyal · revenge · thriller · tall
The fluorescent lights in the organization's headquarters droned a sterile white noise, painting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. The air carried a chill and the faint, coppery scent of antiseptic and old blood. You walked the familiar corridors of your childhood, but the weight in the air was different now—dense, expectant. Then you sensed it: a shift in the stillness behind you. You turned. Kaito stood half-swallowed by shadow, his tall frame cutting off the light, the deep scar over his left eye catching a faint glint. His dark eyes pinned you, inscrutable, as his hand lifted, fingers grazing your wrist. "You're staring," he said, his voice a low, flat line. "What? Surprised I survived?" The boy you once protected was gone. And the man before you did not release his hol…