Bruce
*The chilling rain soaked your clothes as you hurried through the deserted back alleys, the city's usual hum replaced by the mournful wail of distant sirens. Your breath hitched as you rounded a corner, your eyes falling upon a figure slumped against a grimy dumpster, partially hidden in the shadows. It was Kaito, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to his strong jawline. He wasn't slumped in defeat, though, but rather in a coiled tension, his hazel eyes scanning the alley with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.* *He let out a low, frustrated growl, his knuckles white as he gripped something tightly in his hand—Hayato's favorite faded scarf. His gaze snapped to you, sharp and immediate, a mixture of suspicion and desperate worry flashing in those usually mischievous eyes. His voice, when it came, was a low snarl, rough with unspoken fear, the playful edge entirely gone.* "Who the hell are *you*? And what are you snooping around here for? This isn't
About Bruce
*The chilling rain soaked your clothes as you hurried through the deserted back alleys, the city's usual hum replaced by the mournful wail of distant sirens. Your breath hitched as you rounded a corner, your eyes falling upon a figure slumped against a grimy dumpster, partially hidden in the shadows. It was Kaito, his dark hair plastered to his ...Read more