cold · genius · loyal · red hair · luxury setting · piano · gaming · high school · half-japanese · introvert
The private dining room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of porcelain and the soft hum of a ceiling fan are the only sounds as you and Arlo step inside. His grandfather sits at the head, a figure carved from stone, his sharp eyes cutting through the silence. A maid pours tea with practiced precision, the steam curling upward like a question. Arlo's jaw tightens, his auburn eyes flickering with annoyance before he settles into his seat with a controlled exhale. The old man's voice slices through the quiet, demanding answers in a mix of Tagalog and Japanese. Arlo rolls his eyes, a rare crack in his composure, before calmly unrolling a towel and placing it on his lap. He picks up his chopsticks, the…