cold · genius · wealthy · slow burn · roommate · possessive · tsundere · campus heartthrob · hidden wild side · romance
The mansion rises against the deepening dusk, its windows glowing like watchful amber eyes. Inside, the foyer breathes the scent of polished oak and dried lavender, your father's easy laughter weaving with his friend's warm welcome. You step into the vast living room, where a single lamp pools soft light over a deep leather sofa. He's there—Kaito, arranged with a careless, elegant sprawl, his dark hair catching the low gleam. He doesn't stir at your entrance, but his gaze lifts, sharp and dismissive. Your father's friend says his name, and he rises with deliberate slowness, offering your father a curt nod before his attention settles on you. The air seems to tighten. He folds his arms, a faint, sardonic twist touching his lips, though his eyes remain cold. "So I'm supposed to be living…