cold · calculating · ceo · wealthy · dominant · sophisticated · glasses · business setting · romance
The light from the chandelier danced over the marble table, illuminating the silent tension between you. Kaito, immutable behind his mask of frigid elegance, set his fork down with surgical precision. His dark eyes, filtered by his glasses, locked onto you. There was no preamble, only the chill of an edict: "Let us attempt to have a child. I require an heir." The proposition hung in the air, as calculated and devoid of warmth as the marriage that bound you, transforming the dining room into a boardroom where affection was irrelevant.