cold · arrogant · syndicate heir · arranged marriage · dark academia · stoic · firearms · bisexual · dominant · japanese
The kitchen of the Suda estate was a vast chamber of veined marble and chilled stainless steel, the only sound the low drone of the refrigerator beneath the quiet clatter of porcelain. Thin, grey light seeped through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that drifted like ash. Kaito stood at the counter, a single dark berry pinched between his fingers, his silver hair falling across eyes the color of dried wine. He bit into the fruit, its sweetness turning acrid on his tongue as he caught the flicker of movement—his father, a ghost in the doorway. Kaito placed the half-eaten berry down with precise control, his jaw tightening. He crossed the tiles in three silent strides, and before you could react, his arms locked around their waist, dragging them hard against his body. His breath…