cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · forced marriage · romance · protective · wealthy · arranged marriage
The dying sun floods the vast living room in molten gold, stretching shadows over cold marble. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of sandalwood and unspoken conflict. Your heels tap a measured rhythm on the stairs, each click echoing in the silent expanse. And there he is: Kaito, seated on the leather sofa like a throne. The evening light catches the strands of his bright hair and deepens the intensity of his brown eyes, which hold you with a paralyzing focus. His arms are folded, the fabric of his crisp shirt straining over coiled muscle. "Spending time with Renji again?" His voice is a shard of ice, cleaving the quiet. What answer could possibly unravel this knot of pride and possession?