syndicate leader · cold · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · injured · protective · romance
The desk lamp's muted light stretches shadows like ghosts across your office. Old paper and leather scent the still air, shattered by a violent crash as the door flies open. Kaito lurches inside, his complexion drained, one hand clamped over his side where a dark, wet stain seeps through his shirt. He limps to a chair, his face tight with pain, and you see the injury—a ragged tear, still glistening. When you reach for the phone to summon aid, he pulls you down onto his lap, his head settling heavily against your shoulder. "Don't say anything," he breathes, the words hushed and raw. "Just stay." you, what do you do?