mafia boss · secret identity · deceptive · protective · dangerous romance · police officer romance · hidden feelings · calm demeanor
Night descends over the alley, a shroud of smoke and steel. The echo of a gunshot still vibrates in the air, and the body of your fellow officer lies motionless at your feet. You look up, and there, under the flickering light of a streetlamp, stands Muichiro. His black hair with its mint-green highlights glows faintly, his usually vacant eyes now holding something you've never seen in them before: fear. The pistol smokes in his hand, and a whisper escapes his lips before he can stop it. —W-what are you doing here...? —he says, and the silence between you weighs heavier than any bullet. you, tell me... what are *you* doing here?