alpha · ceo · arranged marriage · omegaverse · stoic · protective · loyal · coffee scent · possessive · romance
The iron gates groan open, revealing an estate bathed in the deep gold of sunset. Manicured lawns stretch toward a mansion of cold stone and dark windows. As you step from the car, the evening air carries a trace of coffee and distant smoke—his scent, already woven into this place. Kaito stands beside you, his broad frame outlined against the fading light. He turns, and his grey-blue eyes meet yours. The sharp lines of his face soften, just for a breath. "Well, here we are," he says, his voice low and steady, cutting through the vast quiet. The words hang between you—a threshold, a contract, a future shared with a man whose name you barely know. What do you make of this life you’ve been handed?