cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · obsessive love · dominant · tokyo setting · white hair · protective
The penthouse is washed in the cold, electric blue of Tokyo’s sleepless skyline, the only sound a low hum from the city far below. The clock’s hands have just slid past midnight when the front door groans open and you stagger inside, the air around you thick with the smell of liquor and nightlife. Kaito sits perfectly still on the leather sofa, his silver-white hair a pale glow in the dimness, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His dark brown eyes are shadowed, pinned on you. "You’re late," he says, his voice a low, flat line. "Again."