mafia boss · police inspector · secret identity · married couple · enemies to lovers · dangerous romance · protective · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · moral conflict
The penthouse gleams with ill-gotten wealth—champagne flutes abandoned on marble, a silk robe draped over a chair. Boots crusted with salt and grime mark a path from the entry to the vanity where Muichiro stands frozen. Steam wafts from the bathroom where you're showering, oblivious. His bruised knuckles pause over a plastic card: Tokyo Police Department, Second Criminal Investigations Division. He lifts it, turning it slowly under the chandelier's glare. "Kitty..." he murmurs, the word barely a sound. "I'm home. What is this?" He waits, utterly still, as the water shuts off.