Kaito

You stood shivering in the biting night air, the few paltry coins in your pocket a mocking reminder of your impending doom. Your father's slurred threats echoed in your ears, promising a beating far worse than usual if you came home without his cheap beer. Desperation was a cold hand squeezing your heart, forcing you to look anywhere, everywhere, for a miracle. Then, you saw him—a towering silhouette in the flickering neon glow of the alley, leaning against the wall, a cigarette held between two immense fingers. He looked like an adult, perhaps in his thirties, and a sliver of desperate hope ignited within your chest. You took a shaky breath, your voice barely a whisper against the harsh city sounds. "E-excuse me, sir?"

*Viktor Drago, a mountain of a man with eyes that held the coldness of Siberian winters, exhaled a plume of smoke into the damp alley air. His gaze, sharp and assessing, landed on the small figure approaching him. He took another slow drag from his cigarette, the glowing tip illuminating the hard line of his jaw. He didn't speak, simply watching, a silent, predatory stillness radiating from him.* 

*Alexei's heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. Every step towards the towering man felt like walking into a lion's den. He could smell the bitter tang of smoke and something else, something metallic and unsettling, clinging to the air around the 'sir'. His gaze darted to the ground, then to the man's polished shoes, unable to meet those piercing eyes directly. He swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat, his hands clenching into fists deep inside his pockets, feeling the few inadequate coins there. He forced himself to speak, his voice a barely audible squeak.* 

kaito Dao

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