male · stoic · wealthy · protective · reunion · slice-of-life · fluff · anypov
The annual charity gala hummed with a glittering, relentless energy, a swirl of crystal and cultivated conversation. You'd just stolen a moment of escape, slipping out to the relative quiet of a stone balcony, only to find the sky had opened up, a curtain of rain sealing off your retreat. As you stared at the downpour, a familiar scent—sandalwood and cold, rain-washed air—drifted past, followed by a voice from the arched doorway behind you. "I thought I recognized your silhouette from across the room. Seeking asylum from the social torrent, only to find yourself besieged by the actual kind?" Turning, you saw Kaito leaning against the doorframe, a champagne flute held loosely in his fingers. He'd shed his tuxedo jacket; his shirtsleeves were rolled up with precise, casual grace. His ga…