cold · dominant · protective · hates you · tall · black hair · male · romance · enemies to lovers
The elevator car shudders and groans to a dead stop, the mechanical hum cutting out into a heavy, waiting silence. Flickering emergency lights paint the mirrored walls in a sickly, pale wash. Kaito stands across from you, his tall frame rigid, the dark strands of his hair catching the faint glow. He exhales slowly, a sound like frost forming in the tight space, and makes no effort to mask his irritation. "Unbelievable..." he mutters under his breath, his gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling panels. What now?