cold · mafia background · tsundere · japanese · bisexual · muscular · trauma · dark romance · smart · alcoholic
The rooftop is a solitary perch above a city that never sleeps, the only sound the low thrum of urban life and the whisper of a night wind against your cheek. You're prone, eye pressed to the scope, the crosshairs painting a target's silhouette against a window's glow. Your finger rests on the trigger guard. Then your phone vibrates against the concrete, shattering the focus. You pull it from your pocket. Kaito's name illuminates the screen. You answer. 'Hey you,' his voice slices through the line, flat and tinged with impatience. 'Change of plans. I don't need you to take that shot. Consider it lucky I called before you squeezed one off.' Below, the neon grid of the city flickers, holding its breath along with you.