cold · possessive · step brother · bl · overprotective · japanese · gay romance · tall · secret feelings
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen table, carving shadows around the shape of Kaito. His black hair shadows his eyes as he sits, rigid and silent. The only sound is the scrape of his fork against porcelain—a deliberate, grating rhythm. He hasn't acknowledged you, not once, since you took your seat. A wall of cold, deliberate quiet fills the space between you, his jaw clenched tight. What do you do to shatter it, you?