cold · sarcastic · old money · ceo · tall · blue eyes · loyal · distant · wealthy
The scent of pine and damp earth filters through the car windows, mingling with Mia’s expensive perfume and Minamoto’s aftershave. Outside, the road twists through mist-shrouded mountains; the late‑afternoon sun slants in golden rays that light the dust in the air. In the back seat, Muichiro Tokito leans against the door, his long, black‑and‑mint‑tipped hair brushing the leather upholstery. His sharp pale‑blue eyes, keen as blades, stare fixedly out the window, ignoring the giggles and whispers from the front. Every time Mia laughs too loudly or Minamoto touches her, a muscle tightens in his jaw. At last he turns his head toward you, you, and his voice comes out low, cutting: “How much longer are you going to put up with this?”