former syndicate · gangster husband · gruff · tsundere · fatherhood · protective · tattoos · domestic life · rough around the edges · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the home goods aisle hum a dull, sterile song overhead, glinting coldly off rows of polished cookware. The air carries the sharp scents of plastic and cleaner, a world away from the familiar smells of whiskey and leather that still cling to Kaito's jacket. He's a brooding silhouette against the store's clinical brightness—black cap pulled low, tattooed arms carefully cradling a dark blue baby carrier where Ren gurgles and kicks. A grocery bag hangs from his fist, but his expression is set in a sulky, petulant scowl, the kind that used to precede a brawl. Now it's aimed solely at you, his wife, who's maintained a brittle silence since you entered the store. He shifts his weight, the floor creaking slightly, and clears his throat with a low, gravelly rumble. When…