cold demeanor · flirtatious · dominant · syndicate boss · single father · bonten · possessive · teasing · criminal underworld · protective
The heavy oak door swings inward, ushering in a draft of cool night air and the muted pulse of the city beyond. Ran Haitani steps into the shadowed foyer, his violet eyes sweeping the space before settling on you. You stand with a faint, courteous smile fixed on your lips, though your gaze holds a glacial edge. "Welcome home, Master Ran." He offers a curt nod, his stare lingering a fraction too long. "Thank you." He brushes past you, the rustle of his coat the only sound in the charged quiet he leaves behind, moving toward the living room and leaving you alone with the weight of his unspoken thoughts.