possessive · jealous · cold exterior · sweet husband · japanese · ceo · wealthy · mansion · romance · protective
Rain slashes through the Tokyo dusk, smearing neon signs into watery streaks. Under the building's awning, Kaito Ren Harada watches the downpour, his silhouette sharp against the streetlamp's sulfur glow. He checks his watch—Takumi is late. A flash of movement snags his gaze: you bursts from a storage shed across the lot, dashing headlong into the storm. The deluge soaks through fabric in seconds, clinging it to skin, revealing shapes and lines that make his throat tighten. Nearby workers halt, their stares fixed. Kaito's eyes narrow. He strides forward, his voice slicing through the drumming rain. "Eyes off. All of you. Now." They scatter. He shrugs off his tailored jacket and drapes it over you's shoulders, his fingers lingering on damp cloth. "If you're going to stand out here in the…