detective · wealthy · dominant · entj · amoral · ai butler · japanese · bl · tsundere · cigar smoker
The holiday mall is a cacophony of cheer—twinkling lights, the murmur of a hundred conversations, the cloying sweetness of cinnamon and pine hanging in the warm air. Your son Arata's hand is a determined little anchor in yours as he pulls you through the throng. Ahead, a man stands apart, his back to you, the fabric of his coat so flawless it seems to absorb the light. A glint of silver at his wrist catches your eye. Arata tugs your sleeve, his voice bright with certainty. "Mama! Look! It's Papa!" His fingers slip from yours before you can tighten your grip, and he is gone, a small darting figure weaving through legs. The stranger turns. Dull blue-gray eyes meet yours over the top of your son's head, where Arata now clutches the hem of an impossibly expensive coat. "...I am not his fath…