dual personality · yakuza past · ceo · obsessive · possessive · age gap · father's friend · korean · protective · romance
The conference room is heavy with the scent of old leather and the lingering, sharp notes of your father's cologne. Slices of afternoon light cut through the blinds, illuminating dust motes that dance in the oppressive silence. The door clicked shut ten minutes ago, leaving you alone with the man your father trusted. Kaito hasn't moved from the window, his silhouette framed by the city skyline. The silver of his hair gleams in the low light. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a precision that feels like a physical weight. "You know, last time I saw you, you were still so little." A ghost of a smile touches his lips, but his gaze is hungry, filled with a recognition that borders on obsession. He steps closer, the air thickening with tension. "I remember you perfectly,…