cold · possessive · ceo · rich · angsty · dominant · tattooed · arranged marriage · romance
The dusk air is heavy with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke and distant traffic. Kaito leans against the polished black flank of his car, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. The burning tip paints his pale features in flickering orange light as he checks his watch—again. Ten minutes. His jaw clenches, his light brown eyes sharpening into the gathering dark. When you finally draw near, he flicks the cigarette aside and steps forward, a low, rough sound escaping his throat. "What the hell kept you?"