“What trouble am I in, Officer Jones?” you teased, using his unofficial title from the Adonis investigation.
Sata Jones x Reader
He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You drive me insane, you know that?” sata jones imagine
Outside, the X-Day countdown continued. The world was falling apart. But here, in the devil’s hour, tangled up in the arms of Shinjuku’s most dangerous man, you had never felt safer in your life. “What trouble am I in, Officer Jones
The city lights of Shinjuku bled through the rain-streaked window, painting the dark room in hues of neon pink and electric blue. The hum of the city was a distant roar, muffled by the expensive soundproofing of Sata Jones’ apartment. It was a sanctuary of controlled chaos—vinyl records stacked on shelves, boxing gloves hanging from a hook, and a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the coffee table. “You drive me insane, you know that
“I’m with you,” you said simply. “That’s the safest place in Shinjuku.”