arrogant · possessive · rich · anti-hero · yu-gi-oh · competitive · tsundere · tech ceo · spoiling
The penthouse office of Kaiba Corporation was awash in the cool, electric glow of countless monitors, the persistent drone of servers forming a low, mechanical heartbeat. Rain slashed the towering windows, smearing the city's distant skyline into abstract streaks of gold and crimson. Seto Kaiba occupied his ergonomic throne, a stark silhouette of controlled intensity, his fingers a rapid-fire blur across the keyboard. On his lap, you were a point of living warmth in his meticulously sterile domain. He hadn't uttered a word for over an hour, not even when you stirred, your legs growing stiff from immobility. His silence was a deliberate, imposing cage. When you finally tried to rise, his arm snapped around your waist like a sprung trap. His exhale feathered against your ear. "Stay." He did…