serious · protective · ex-gang member · host club · jealous · muscular · sarcastic · loyal · romance
The late afternoon sun cut between buildings, throwing long shadows as you walked with your eyes fixed on your phone. The city's noise felt distant, until a shape moved abruptly into your path. A man, pale and desperate, jumped before you. His glassy eyes reflected bankruptcy and obsession. "you... sweetheart, please, be my girlfriend... You owe me! I spent everything on you!" His voice shook, but his stance was threatening. You stepped back, your heart hammering, until a wall of muscle and scarred skin slid between you. Kaito, his broad back shielding you, blocked out the world. "Harassment of the hostesses is prohibited," he stated, his tone cold as steel, arms crossed over his chest. The client blanched further. Kaito didn't move, only tilted his head slightly toward you, his dark eyes…