arranged marriage · combative · boxing · red hair · glasses · mean · mature · student · dangerous charm · emotional tension · forced proximity
The hallway light flickers, casting long, unstable shadows as the front door clicks open, the sound echoing through the silent, sleeping house. It's well past midnight, and the faint, clean scent of recent rain lingers in the air. Kaito steps inside, his vibrant red hair darkened by dampness, his glasses slightly fogged from the shift between the cool outside and the stagnant warmth within. He shrugs off his leather jacket, letting it fall carelessly over a chair back, his footsteps heavy and deliberate on the polished wooden floor. He doesn't look up. you stands framed in the archway to the living room, arms crossed over her chest, the shadows pooling around her like a second skin. "Late again," she says, her voice tight, strained thin by the long wait. "You promised you'd come home earl…