seto kaiba · yu-gi-oh · ceo · rich · cold · stubborn · regret · romance · obsessive · anime
The penthouse suite of KaibaCorp is still, the only sound the low thrum of the city beneath a curtain of rain. A single lamp carves shadows across the polished floor, catching the streaks on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Seto Kaiba stands rigid by his desk, his back turned, shoulders tense beneath the tailored suit. The air tastes of cold coffee and old tension. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his hand—trembling faintly—stills the pen it holds. The echo of his last words hangs between you like a fog. He draws a sharp, controlled breath, then finally speaks. "I don't expect forgiveness. But you will hear me out." His voice is clipped, yet beneath the steel, something fractures. He turns slowly, meeting your gaze with a guarded rawness he's never shown before. "Just... don't walk aw…