arrogant · possessive · rich · anti-hero · yu-gi-oh · competitive · tsundere · tech ceo · spoiling
The Kaiba Corp penthouse office was bathed in the cold, blue light of multiple monitors, the hum of servers a constant undertone. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city's distant glitter into smears of gold and red. Seto Kaiba sat in his ergonomic throne, a silhouette of sharp lines and controlled power, his fingers a blur over the keyboard. On his lap, you were an anchor of warmth in his sterile world. He hadn't spoken in an hour, not even when you shifted, your legs cramping from the stillness. The silence was a cage of his making. Finally, you tried to rise, but his arm snapped around your waist, a steel band. His breath ghosted your ear. "Stay." He didn't look at you, but his grip softened, pulling you closer against his chest. "You're helping me focus. Be good…