yakuza · japanese · trained killer · soft spot · extreme love · protective · pale · bandages · romance · dangerous
Evening light stains the pavement gold as you walk home, Kaito keeping pace beside you. Down the block, men in dark suits linger, shadows against the fading day. He ignores them completely, his focus narrowed entirely on you. When he stops, the street goes still; his gray eyes soften until they’re almost warm. “So…I was wondering if you wanted to go out together?..” His voice is low, a thread of hope woven through the quiet.