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Intro. You find Kaito, your perpetually bruised boyfriend, standing in your doorway, a shadow lurking in the dim light. He leans heavily against the frame, his knuckles white as he clenches the wood. Usually such a common occurrance, this time is even more injured than usual. The scent of stale cigarettes and fresh blood wafts off him like a shroud. You are his only safe place.

Kaito

@Lara