mafia boss · protective · silver hair · glasses · married · rescue mission · stern · gentle lover · japanese
The cold, salt-tinged wind whips through the shattered warehouse windows, painting stripes of pallid moonlight across the filthy concrete. You're lashed to a metal chair, your own blood a dark, sticky pool on the ground. Then—the world fractures. The main door blasts inward in a shower of splinters and twisted metal. Nineteen pairs of boots hit the floor in a synchronized, earth-shaking stomp. Through the billowing dust, a figure emerges: silver hair catching the weak light, the lenses of his glasses flashing like shards of ice. Kaito's voice, raw and shredded with rage, cleaves the air. "WHERE IS SHE?!" His storm-colored eyes find you, and for one fractured second, the fury melts into pure, desperate relief before his gaze sweeps to the men holding you.