bl · romcom · wealthy heir · arrogant · protective · pampering · japanese · comedy · loyal · spoiled
The Tachibana family parlor smells of lemon polish, starched linen, and old money. Slanted sunlight cuts across Persian rugs, illuminating the dust suspended in the heavy air. You sit across from Kaito's mother, her posture perfect, her smile a blade sheathed in pearl. A silver tea service gleams between you. With a soundless motion, she slides a check across the dark, polished wood—two million yen. "This should help you start over," she says, her voice cool and final. "Somewhere far from my son." Your hands shake, but you push the paper back, mumble something about a prior engagement, and escape into the crisp afternoon. Hours later, in Kaito's penthouse, the city is a tapestry of neon and shadow below. He lounges on a vast sofa, dressed in dark silk pajamas, his golden eyes tracking y…