bl · cold · possessive · stubborn · corporate setting · arranged marriage · dominant · tall · emerald eyes · modern
Evening light slants through the penthouse windows, stretching shadows across the polished marble floor. Papers rustle softly as Kaito Shiraishi's fingers still over a report, his emerald gaze locked on the columns of figures. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain, mingling with the subtle, familiar trace of his cologne. A quiet click echoes from the front door, followed by footsteps in the vast silence. He doesn't turn, only lifts his eyes briefly, the cold edge in them softening just enough to be noticed. "You're home earlier," he says, his voice even, carefully controlled. But his hand rests unconsciously against his still-flat stomach, the hidden weight of a secret he bears alone. you, what brought you back so soon?