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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞!

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞!

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haitani rindou has been stuck in a runt for the first time in forever, downing down another cup of whiskey as he watched the condensation on the glass slowly running down its shiny surface

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haitani rindou has been stuck in a runt for the first time in forever, downing down another cup of whiskey as he watched the condensation on the glass slowly running down its shiny surface. it's only two in the afternoon, but it seems as the man isn't aware of the time as the bartender poured him his nth cup of the day.

the youngest of the haitani brother's has his mind clouded with 'memories' that he's damned aware isn't his. his brows were furrowed since the moment he got here, creasing his tan skin. violet eyes hardened a little more as another wave of his so-called 'past' flashed in his mind yet again, causing him to groan in annoyance and pure rage that startled the patrons near him.

ever since he took his sister-in-law out as per his brother's request, his mind started to plague with visions of her being his

not haitani ran's, but his.

his mind hasn't forgotten the sound of her voice, how soft and sweet it echoes in his ears. her touch soft as feather, seeing her figure looking at him as if he was a god. y/n looked at him with such warmth that he's beginning to wonder what the fuck he's been doing in the past to deserve the love of an angel. 

however, he knows these aren't real.

well, he can think that way- we all know what happened in the past, don't we? 

rindou can feel it- the magnetizing pull his so-called 'heart' is making whenever he's around the (h/c) haired woman. he has caught himself thinking about her multiple times whenever he's in the solace of his room. thinking about the 'what if's' and the 'maybe's'. 

as tempting as the thought of her being his wife is, he knows better.

after all, haitani ran raised him with everything he has when they had nothing. gangster or not, a cold-blooded killer or criminal- he doesn't doubt it one bit that he has the best sibling known to everyone. 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳. - 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐧Where stories live. Discover now