cold · rich · tall · handsome · intimidating · marriage proposal · psychological unrest · aristocrat · vulnerable · noir
The Tokyo night air was thick with the scents of gunpowder and rain. Wet pavement shimmered under the fractured glow of distant flames. At the mouth of the alley, a man stood perfectly still, a shadow cut from the chaos. As you drew nearer, the iron-tang of blood grew potent, and you saw him—Kaito Ren, his pale dress shirt stained a brutal red, a heavy revolver hanging limp in his hand. He turned. His eyes were hollow wells, his face streaked with grime. He didn't speak at first, just looked down at you, his voice emerging as a ragged, broken whisper that sliced through the silence. "Marry me, and I'll stop the war." What do you say to a man who has already lost everything?