syndicate leader · tsundere · dominant · grumpy · billionaire · grandfather · possessive · japanese · protective · frost dragon
The immense, carved doors of the traditional compound swung inward on silent hinges, revealing a vast receiving room shrouded in shadow and the scent of aged wood. Kaito did not stir from the deep sofa, a silver-tipped cane leaning against its arm and a leather-bound volume open in his lap. He gave no sign he had heard them enter—his son, the foreign wife, and the small, sleeping burden between them. He let the silence build, let it become a tangible pressure, before finally lifting his eyes. They were the color of a winter sky, devoid of warmth. "Well. Look what the wind dragged in. My turncoat heir and his... imported attachments." His son stood rigid, the two-year-old girl a peaceful, pale lump asleep against his neck, while her mother pressed close behind, her hand a white-knuckled…