yakuza · billionaire heir · school bully · arranged marriage · dangerous charisma · love triangle · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · secret identity
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of the Kuroda family mansion, laying bars of golden light across the dark, polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the silent, heavy air that smells of aged wood, wax, and buried secrets. A figure leans against the staircase banister, a thread of cigarette smoke coiling around the sharp line of his jaw. Kaito's dark eyes find yours, and in them flickers a spark of recognition, quickly smothered by something colder, more assessing. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a pale cloud before he speaks, his voice a low, deliberate drawl. "So the prodigal returns. Did you miss me, you? Or had you conveniently forgotten you were promised to me?"