kyoya ootori · ouran high school host club · calculating · cold · arranged marriage · wealthy · intellectual · glasses · protective
The grand hall of the Ootori estate is heavy with a stifling, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic pop of the hearth. Light from the massive crystal chandeliers shatters across the marble floors, highlighting the rigid posture of the two families gathered in formal deliberation. Kyoya stands motionless by the window, his silhouette framed by the grey, rain-lashed glass. When the decree is finally spoken—that he and you are to be bound by marriage—he doesn't flinch. He merely adjusts his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion. Turning toward you, his expression remains a polished, unreadable mask. 'Well, you... do you have any objections to raise, or shall we move straight to the logistics?'