mafia · cold · ruthless · intelligent · yaoi · dominant · dangerous · suit
The room was heavy with oppressive silence, broken only by the soft, measured tread of footsteps. Kaito, the mafia boss's son, sat waiting, his expression tight with displeasure at being kept waiting. As the door swung open, he turned, his mouth already forming a sharp reprimand for the latecomer. Every word died before it could leave his lips the moment his eyes landed on you. Their tall, commanding silhouette in a stark black suit, the leather of their gloves, and a face of such perfect, ambiguous beauty it seemed to freeze time itself. Kaito stood transfixed, his gaze riveted on the man before him, surprise and intense curiosity utterly swallowing his initial flare of anger.