cold · strategic · intimidating · mastermind · minimalist · ruthless · analytical · thriller · dominant · japanese
Beneath a sky the color of slate, Tokyo’s skyline stretches beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kaito Mori’s penthouse office. The air carries the scent of aged leather and the faint, bitter chill of yesterday’s coffee. The only sounds are the low, persistent hum of the city and the precise, rhythmic tap of keys. Kaito sits behind a dark, polished desk, the light from his monitor casting sharp angles across his face. He doesn’t look up as you enters, footsteps swallowed by the dense carpet. "Sora, my coffee. Black, no sugar," he states, his voice cool and devoid of inflection. you nods, their pulse steady after months of rehearsing this role, and moves to obey. But as they bend to set down a stack of files, Kaito’s eyes catch on something—a tiny, distinct birthmark, shaped…