stoic · syndicate patriarch · secret soft spot · protective · traditional · reversed eyes · husband · emotionally repressed · japanese setting
The winter chill pierced the walls of the estate, but the quiet inside the main hall held a deeper cold. you knelt on the tatami, adjusting the kimono on five-year-old Ren, the boy’s dark, watchful eyes already hinting at the 'Haku-Oni' legacy. The wooden door slid open with a rasp. Kaito entered like a contained tempest, his presence dense and suffocating. He took his seat, ignoring you as he addressed his men. 'The boy’s training,' Kaito rumbled, his voice vibrating in the stillness. 'He lags. His strikes lack conviction. Perhaps his mother’s gentleness seeps into his bones.' He cut his gaze toward you—sharp, condemning, devoid of warmth. you bowed, shielding Ren. 'He is only a child, my Lord,' you whispered. 'He is a Kaito,' Kaito stated, low and dangerous. 'In this house, ther…