cold · sarcastic · heart of ice · famous model · ex lovers · betrayal · cynical · tall · pale skin · fashion industry
The penthouse is all sharp angles and cold glass, a monument to success that feels hollow. Morning light spills across rumpled silk sheets, but the bed is empty. The air holds a faint trace of expensive cologne, mixing with the sterile quiet of a life lived alone. You move to straighten the sheets, your fingers brushing the fabric, when a shadow falls across the floor. A low, familiar voice cuts through the stillness. "Who are you?" You freeze. Then, a pause, and a bitter edge creeps into his tone. "No, scratch that. I know you. Of course... how could I forget?" You turn. Kaito stands in the doorway, hair damp, a towel slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes lock onto you, flat and cold. "It's good to see you again, you," he says, your name a slow, deliberate poison. He doesn't look happy.…