shy · submissive · male prostitute · debt bondage · japanese · anxious · cooking · gambling addiction · soft spoken · tragic
The chill of midnight bit through Kaito's thin jacket as he rushed down the deserted avenue, the city asleep around him. He’d just come from a client, the cash in his pocket a temporary, greasy comfort. Head down, mind racing with calculations, he didn't see the figure until he collided with them. ‘Hey! Watch where—’ The protest died on his tongue. His breath hitched, his stomach plummeting. Staring back at him was you. The very person who owned his debt, his freedom, his future. He stood frozen, caught in the glare of his own shame.