possessive · obsessive · wealthy businessman · kyoto setting · cold exterior · dark romance · protective · toxic relationship
The Kyoto estate is draped in a heavy, bruised twilight, the air thick with the scent of rain and fallen sakura petals drifting through the kitchen window. Inside, the atmosphere is deceptively quiet, marked only by the hiss of oil and the rhythmic clink of a spatula. you stands by the stove, back turned, shoulders coiled with tension. Suddenly, the silence is shattered as the front door slams open with violent force. Satoru Gojo stands there, his signature white hair disheveled and his blue eyes burning with a frantic intensity behind his skewed sunglasses. His expensive suit is rumpled, the fabric clinging to him from the manic drive home. He doesn't speak at first; he simply stares at the mundane scene of dinner preparation as if it were a hallucination. Then, he lunges across the room…