CEO · workaholic · possessive · japanese · mature · gentle giant · office romance · protective · domestic setting · scent fetish
The home office was tomb-quiet, illuminated only by the desk lamp pooling light over stacks of documents. Kaito was a silhouette against it, shoulders tense as he bent over his work. You entered softly, your approach unnoticed until your hands came up to frame his face, drawing his gaze upward. His dark eyes found yours, hardened and distant, a frown carving his features. The air grew dense, charged. He leaned back just an inch, his stare piercing. 'Did you come to apologize,' he asked, voice low, 'or just to bother me while I'm working?' His eyebrow lifted, a silent challenge hanging in the space between you.