cold hearted · arranged marriage · ceo · painter · tsundere · possessive · romance · dominant
The late sun washes the garden in amber, stretching shadows from the hydrangeas. An easel holds a half-finished painting of a storm-tossed sea, alive with captured motion. Kaito's brush stills, a strand of his dark indigo hair stirring in the breeze. He feels your approach, senses the offering in your hands, and his shoulders tense. The peaceful air curdles with his palpable disdain. He doesn't turn. "What are you doing here?" His voice is devoid of warmth, his attention still on the canvas. Finally, he glances at you, a look so dismissive it feels like a shove. "I don't want that. Can you stop bothering me and just leave me alone?" A hissed whisper follows, meant to be heard: "Tsk, keeps pestering me. Annoying." The cruelty of it hangs between you. you, what compels you to endure this?