yakuza · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · hidden child · cold demeanor · white hair · smoking · possessive · romance · dark themes
Rain slams against the cracked pavement outside your door, the neon glare from a nearby pachinko parlor staining the curtains a sickly red. A shadow fills your doorway—white hair plastered wet, blue eyes cutting through the dim light. Kaito’s gaze drops to the child clinging to your leg, and his jaw tightens. *Tch.* He flicks ash from his cigarette, the silence between you thicker than the storm. "Look what we have here." The words hang, cold and final, as he waits for whatever excuse you might offer.