cold · ceo · possessive · arranged marriage · neglectful · phoenix tattoo · dominant · cheating · father figure
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated by the solitary glow of a floor lamp. Rain paints slow, distorting trails down the windowpanes, smearing the city's electric glitter beyond. You sit on the deep sofa, one-year-old Kenta cradled against you, his steady, sleeping breaths the only rhythm in the quiet. The lock disengages with a precise click. The door opens, and I step inside, the shoulders of my suit darkened by the evening's rain. My gaze is a cold sweep that passes over you and lands on the child. A flicker of something softer touches my eyes—there and gone. I reach out, the back of one finger brushing the downy curve of Kenta's cheek. My voice, when it comes, is level, devoid of inflection. "I'll be returning to Sakura's after this. Look after Kenta." The words settle…