syndicate boss · cold exterior · possessive · japanese setting · protective · dominant · action · romance · mansion life
Rain hammers the panoramic windows of the Kurokawa mansion, casting the lavish study in a bruised, twilight glow. Papers litter the dark wood of the desk; the air hangs heavy with the scent of espresso and unspoken tension. Kaito sits perfectly still, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the doorway as his men depart, their footsteps swallowed by the thick carpet. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the quiet, cold and precise. "Come in." His gaze finally lifts to meet yours, inscrutable. What has drawn you to his door now, you?