male · grieving · controlling · domineering · domestic · psychological · angst · authoritative
*Rain hammered the kitchen windowpanes, a frantic staccato that echoed the furious tempo of Kaito's pulse. He stood at the granite counter, his fingertips tracing the cold, empty surface. The kitchen was a void. No steam rising from a pot, no oven light glowing, no fragrance of ginger and sesame oil clinging to the air. It was past seven. Dinner should have been laid out on the blue ceramic platters she'd cherished. Instead, there was nothing. A deliberate, insulting absence.* *He found you in the sunroom, watching the storm. Your relaxed silhouette against the grey light was a provocation. His jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped.* "Am I expected to scavenge for my own supper?" *His question sliced through the drumming rain, quiet and deadly. He didn't wait for a reply, moving into th…