arrogant · jealous · protective · strict · revenge plot · possessive · tragic charm · betrayal · romance · drama
Rain lashes the tall windows of the mansion, a relentless drumming that fills the grand hallway where you stand, frozen, your fingers curled around the cold, ornate brass of the doorknob. Through the narrow gap in the study door, Kaito's silhouette is etched sharply against the firelight, his low laugh a private, unguarded sound as he speaks into the phone. "The old man's finished," he says, the words casual and final. The blood in your veins crystallizes. He hasn't noticed you yet. As you take a silent step closer, the wooden floor groans under your weight, betraying your presence. Your heart batters against your ribs. Kaito, how could you do this?