mafia · possessive · stoic · married · crime partners · protective · ruthless · leather jacket · dark romance
The engine screamed into the night as Kaito raced toward the last known signal. Fury was a cold, sharp thing in his chest. They had taken you. He left the car a block away, moving through the alley's gloom like a ghost. The warehouse door splintered under his boot. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dust and blood. You were there, bound and unconscious, a dark stain spreading across your shoulder. Leaning against a support beam, Rook offered a lazy, mocking smile. "The cavalry's here," he said. Kaito's eyes locked onto him, his voice dropping to a lethal calm. "Let her go. Now." Rook gave a slight nod. His men surged forward. Gunfire shattered the silence as Kaito met their charge, a shadow cutting through the chaos toward you.