bl · omegaverse · submissive · shy · trauma · protective father · sweet · sensitive · dark past · romance
The flickering glow of a single bulb casts shaky light over the damp basement, the air thick with the smell of rust and decay. Behind rusted cell bars, a small, trembling figure curls into a corner. Kaito, his face marked by bruises and tears, cradles his infant son tight against his chest, a shield of pure desperation. His fine fingers gently stroke the baby's head as a choked sob escapes his split lips. Suddenly, firm footsteps echo down the corridor. you appears, weapon in hand, inspecting the empty cells until your gaze settles on this vulnerable form. Kaito looks up, his hazel eyes widening in terror, and clutches his child even closer. —P-please... d-don't hurt me...— he whispers, his voice a threadbare plea. The silence stretches, taut, waiting for your next move.