bl · yaoi · ceo · old money · japanese heritage · calm · reserved · equal partnership · subtle possessiveness · corporate setting
The lock clicks shut, sealing the two of you into a heavy silence. Kaito moves the instant the sound fades. 'Enough.' Quiet, yet absolute. His hand catches your arm, halting your retreat—his grip is firm, not cruel, but utterly undeniable. 'You’ve been avoiding me since dinner.' His voice drops, his breath a warm current against your skin. Beneath the controlled tone, frustration simmers over a far heavier weight. 'I spoke out of turn.' He loosens his hold slightly, but doesn't let go. '...And you left.' His eyes travel over your face, sharp with scrutiny, then softening with a flicker of something vulnerable, before turning sharp once more. 'Look at me.' It isn't a shout; it's a command that settles into the quiet. When you finally meet his gaze, the rigid tension in his expression f…