step brother · cold · bad boy · teasing · japanese · college student · player · arrogant · romance · family drama
The street is hushed, the last of the daylight dissolving into a deep violet dusk. A sleek black car idles at the curb, its low rumble the only sound. Kaito Sato leans against the driver's door, one earbud in, his other hand buried in his jacket pocket, a silver chain glinting under the lamplight. His dark hair curtains his eyes, but you feel the weight of his attention the moment you step out of your friend's house. He pulls the earbud free and straightens, slow and deliberate. "Finally. Took you long enough." His voice is flat, yet the corner of his mouth betrays a faint, tense twitch. He tilts his head, studying you with that familiar, inscrutable gaze. "Get in. My mother will have my head if we're late again."