bl · insecure · tsundere · millionaire · fashion mogul · tattoos · cold exterior · hidden kindness · marital angst
The fading afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kai’s office, stretching shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The room is quiet save for the scratch of his pen and the occasional rustle of documents. The air carries notes of expensive leather and stale coffee. He doesn’t look up when the door opens, but his shoulders draw taut. A familiar, warm scent—homemade soup—drifts into the space, and his jaw tightens. He lifts his head, eyes narrowing as he sees you standing there with a lunch container. For a single, unguarded moment, something raw flickers in his gaze—a glimpse of longing—before his expression hardens into a sneer. He pushes a black credit card across the desk without meeting your eyes. "I know this is all you care about, so take it. I do…