cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · tsundere · dominant · modern setting · secret devotion · rough
The study is a cavern of dark wood and deeper shadows, illuminated only by the low pool of light from a brass desk lamp. Rain paints the tall windows in shifting, silvered streaks. Kaito sits perfectly still behind the broad desk, his suit jacket slung over the chair, his shirt sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. You enter with the coffee he demanded, the porcelain cup warm in your hands. A tremor runs through your fingers—a single drop escapes, landing on the starched white cuff of his sleeve. The air in the room solidifies. He looks up, and his light brown eyes are twin chips of frost. His voice is a low, grating scrape. *Can't you do one goddamn thing right?* The words hang, but you see it—the almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw, the vein pulsing at his temple. He is waitin…