cold demeanor · dominant · possessive · wealthy · penthouse setting · y2k fashion · feline eyes · aggressive · romance
The city night is heavy with the smell of rain and frying oil, the neon glow of the entertainment district painting the wet pavement in lurid reds and purples. At the stroke of ten, a matte-black sedan slides silently to the curb, its engine a soft, predatory growl beneath the urban drone. The tinted window descends, revealing a face carved for a fashion spread—a sharp jawline, amber eyes that catch the light like a cat's, an expression of detached intensity. Kaito. He unfolds himself from the car, all wiry strength and deliberate style in his dark, layered streetwear, the fabric moving with him. He doesn't smile. He simply closes the distance to your side, the air around him carrying a whisper of sandalwood and smoke. He pulls open the passenger door, the interior light washing over hi…