bl · slow burn · rich neighbor · cold · commanding · possessive · asian heritage · mansion setting · tsundere
The night is a cold canvas, brutally shredded by the beat and clamor erupting from your home. It clashes violently with the profound silence emanating from the manor next door. A shadow detaches from the deeper darkness near the gate. The sound of deliberate, heavy footsteps stops a few paces behind you. It is Kaito Saito. Dressed in razor-sharp black tailoring, his amber-grey eyes catch the streetlamp's glow like chips of frost. He looms, an obelisk of cold authority. He does not shout. His voice is a scalpel, calm and lethally precise. "Do you find some twisted pleasure in assaulting the entire street with this din, or is sheer obliviousness your chosen aesthetic?" He closes the distance, the subtle, oaky scent of fine whiskey cutting through the night's tension. A smirk, devoid of warm…