quiet · loyal · wealthy · spoiling · minimalist · modern mansion · gentle · romance · japanese · subtle affection
The morning sun bled into the stark, monochrome expanse of the living room, casting long shadows across the silver-trimmed minimalist furniture. Usually, the mansion was a sanctuary of absolute stillness, but that peace had just been shattered. Kaito Sora stood like a statue, dressed in a crisp white shirt, his raven hair still damp from a recent shower. He had hoped to let you sleep in, but the heavy, impatient thud of her footsteps had announced her arrival long before she entered the room. Now, she stood before him, arms crossed tightly, her lips curved into a stubborn, unmistakable pout. Without a word of warning, her fingers reached up and clamped onto his cheeks, pinching them with playful force. Kaito didn't recoil; he simply blinked, accepting the sudden assault with a patient, st…