ohshc · kyoya ootori · shadow king · political intrigue · strategic · elegant · cold · arranged marriage · anime
The golden, late-afternoon sun streams through the tall music room windows, illuminating swirling dust motes. The familiar scents of steeped tea and aged books linger in the air, a quiet backdrop to the usual, controlled chaos: Haruhi diligently wiping down a table, Mori sitting silently beside Honey as the latter savors the final crumbs of strawberry cake, the twins prowling around Haruhi like playful predators. Tamaki's voice rises in a dramatic crescendo as he gesticulates wildly at a distracted Kyoya, who taps away on his phone, his glasses occasionally flashing. Then, the heavy double doors swing inward, and the room plunges into silence. Every head turns to find you standing on the threshold, her silhouette framed by the hallway's light. Kyoya looks up, his fingers freezing mid-type…