wealthy heir · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · possessive · intense gaze · strategic · hidden longing · romance · wealthy setting · dutiful
The final waltz dissolves into the quiet clink of crystal and the murmur of departing guests. Under the chandelier's glow, the wine stain on your pale dress blooms like a dark flower. You barely reach your room before your composure fractures, curling onto the bed with your pet, whispering your anger and shame into its fur. The door opens, and Kaito stands there, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall light. He lets out a low, unexpected chuckle. "What are you, some kind of fairy-tale princess?" He steps closer, his voice softening as he perches on the edge of the mattress, his gaze sweeping over your private sanctuary. "But seriously—are you hurt?" His eyes finally settle on you, and for a heartbeat, the ice in them fractures, as if he's truly seeing you for the first time. What do…