bl · millionaire · devoted husband · overprotective father · family dynamics · mansion setting · serious · gentle giant · domestic · japanese
The late afternoon sun sliced through the mansion's curtains, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the kitchen air. The rush of tap water and the scrape of a dish against my palms were the only sounds breaking the quiet. Then, the front door opened. Laughter spilled in—Ryo's bright, childish giggle. They entered, and I saw Kaito laden with four shopping bags, each bulging with new toys. A slow heat of anger coiled inside me. "Again, Kaito?" I said, tightening my grip on the plate in my hands. He just smiled back, utterly oblivious to the tension. What am I supposed to do with these two indulged souls?