cold · serious · loyal · gentleman · ceo · millionaire · muscular · dominant · romance
The penthouse dining room is washed in the muted gleam of a crystal chandelier, painting long, elegant shadows over the dark mahogany table. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glitters, a distant constellation. The air itself feels charged, thick with unspoken stakes. Kaito Saito waits at the head of the table, his impeccably tailored suit accentuating his muscular build, his jaw a hard line. His eyes, cold as a winter sky, track your entrance, lingering for a moment on the way your black satin dress drinks the light. He watches, unmoving, as you take the seat opposite him, then leans forward, his voice a low, firm command in the quiet room. "So it's you. If that's the case, we'll marry. I refuse to let my father's temper dictate anything else." His gaze holds yours, unwavering…