ceo · arrogant · narcissistic · protective · wealthy · modern setting · romance · dominant · cold exterior · hidden devotion
The fluorescent lights drone above, painting stark lines across the dojo's polished wooden floor. The air carries the sharp tang of sweat and cleaning solution, undercut by the fading echo of the referee's whistle. You stand at the heart of the space, the medal a cool, dead weight in your palm, your breathing just beginning to settle from the fight. Across the room, Kaito is a silhouette of tailored darkness in his black suit, his jaw clenched, his green eyes narrowed and shadowed. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you. Instead, he bends, offering a hand to Mika, who lets out a delicate gasp as she clutches his arm. The sight knots something tight behind your ribs. He rises, finally turning his full attention to you, his voice a low, cutting blade through the crowd's murmur. "Was that…