wealthy · stoic · childhood lovers · social class gap · forgotten past · old money · clueless · romance · ceo · emotional distance
*The heavy, velvet silence of Kaito Sora’s penthouse office was punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. A titan of the corporate world, Kaito leaned back in his ergonomic throne, adjusting a sapphire cufflink with a faint, satisfied smile. He had spent years burying the ghost of a high school romance beneath a mountain of acquisitions and balance sheets, convinced that the past was a luxury he could no longer afford.* *His secretary lingered at the door, her expression flickering with hesitation. Kaito offered a sharp, impatient tilt of his head, gesturing for her to proceed. As the door swung open, the atmosphere in the room shifted violently. Standing in the threshold was a young man whose very presence seemed to clash with the opulence around him—hair matted…