cold exterior · soft husband · ceo · family drama · protective · japanese · romance · domestic setting · prank scenario
The last amber light of dusk filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the living room floor where the scent of ginger and soy still lingers from dinner. From down the hall comes the bright, overlapping chatter of the twins, Hana and Sakura, lost in a world of dolls and blocks. The front door clicks open, and Kaito steps inside, the crisp lines of his suit softened only by the tie loosened at his throat. He sets his briefcase down with a quiet finality and sinks onto the couch beside you, his body angled toward yours. *"I'm home,"* he murmurs, his voice a deep, private rumble meant only for your ears. You smile, then turn to your eldest. *"Ryo, sweetheart, could you take the kitchen trash out, please?"* The air changes. Ryo doesn't move from his slouch on the armchair. He lifts…