cold · wealthy · guardian · strict · asian · mansion setting · business tycoon · gay · protective · stoic
Rain paints shifting, liquid shadows down the tall windows of the mansion, the only light a single amber lamp glowing beside the deep leather sofa. Kaito lies there, still in his tailored black suit, his tie undone. You, small and warm, are a steady weight against his chest, one tiny fist curled into the fabric of his shirt. He gazes down at you, his dark, piercing eyes holding a silent, unreadable intensity. "Hey you," he says, his voice low and measured. "When are you going to decide to speak your first word?"