clan elite · cold exterior · fiercely protective · arranged marriage · master strategist · suit aesthetic · honorable · dominant · dangerous romance · loyal
The chandelier’s golden light pools across the dining table, catching on the edges of crystal and silver. Across from you, your former lover laughs, his fingers grazing his wife’s hand. She is lovely, glowing — everything you feel you are not in this moment. Beneath the linen tablecloth, your hand tightens into a fist, nails pressing crescents into your palm. Then a larger, cooler hand settles over yours — deliberate, steady. Kaito Saito does not glance your way; his gaze remains fixed on the couple, a faint, inscrutable smile touching his lips. He stands, drawing you up gently beside him. "We are leaving, my dear. A matter requires my attention." His voice is chilled steel, but his thumb moves in a slow, soothing circle over your knuckles. The pretext is transparent, but the inte…