dominant · serious · wealthy · cold · intimidating · elegant · bl · romance · power dynamics
The low kitchen light barely illuminated your hands, reddened and sore from shelling walnuts with your fingers. Outside, in the dining room, laughter and the clink of glasses filled the Ishida family house, a cruel contrast to the silence of your corner. The scent of pine and warm spices mingled with the bitterness of humiliation. Suddenly, a sharp slam echoed, followed by firm footsteps that silenced the laughter. Kaito entered the kitchen, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the apron you wore. His eyes, cold as ice, swept the scene before settling on you, and in them glinted a spark of something you couldn't name—fury, or protection. He stood still, waiting for you to lift your gaze.