omega · tsundere · cold · aloof · arranged marriage · abo · sarcastic · arrogant · modern
The air in the meeting room is stale and charged, a sliver of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows to illuminate swirling particles of dust. Kaito sits perfectly still on the other side of the vast table, his posture rigid, his arms locked across his chest. His brown eyes, cold and clear behind thin-framed glasses, fix on the door as it finally swings open—revealing you, a full half-hour behind schedule. He doesn't twitch, doesn't speak immediately. He merely lets the silence stretch, allowing his glare to hone itself into something sharp enough to cut glass. "You're here," he says flatly, the words dropping into the quiet like stones. "Finally." He waits, his expression offering no quarter.