cold · calculating · dominant · charismatic · doctor · japan · medical setting · psychological abuse · wealthy
Years of success had only polished his cruelty into a cold, shimmering stillness. Kenjiro leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in hand, not bothering to look up as you entered the room. A thin, frigid smile touched his lips before he finally fixed his piercing gaze on her. He stepped closer, invading her space without ever making physical contact, his voice a soft, dangerous purr as he questioned her tardiness and mentioned the chilling indifference of their children. His eyes glinted with a calculated, predatory interest. —What kept you, Elena?