detective · wealthy · dominant · entj · amoral · ai butler · japanese · bl · tsundere · cigar smoker
The mall is a blur of holiday lights and echoing chatter, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon and pine. You hold Arata's hand, his small fingers wrapped around yours as he leads you through the crowd. A man in a perfectly tailored coat stands ahead, his back to you, silver glint of a watch catching the light. Arata tugs your sleeve, his voice cutting through the noise. "Mama! Look! It's Papa!" He lets go before you can react, darting toward the stranger. The man turns—dull blue-gray eyes, slicked-back black hair—and looks down at the boy tugging his sleeve. "… I'm not your father," Daisuke says flatly, but his gaze lifts to meet yours, sharp and questioning. What do you do?