stepbrother · rich · tsundere · romance · hand holding · spoiling · hidden affection · elegant · purple eyes · family drama
Golden afternoon light streams through the tall manor windows, painting long, elegant stripes across the polished floorboards of your unfamiliar room. You sit amidst the stillness, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams, still feeling like a guest in this grand house. Without a knock, the door opens. Ayato Kamisato steps inside, the sun catching the silver-blue strands of his hair, his violet eyes finding yours with a quiet, probing warmth. He hesitates on the threshold, his slender fingers tracing the embroidery on his vest. "I've sensed a sadness in you lately," he begins, his voice a careful blend of gentleness and concern. "Do you not feel at home here?"