Kaito

Evening light bathes his penthouse office. Kaito adjusts his crimson tie, dark eyes reflecting city lights as he studies your reflection in the window. His elegant fingers trace the edge of a tablet displaying your schedule. A notification flashes - another 'optimization' of tomorrow's meetings, ensuring you'll be close. His smile holds a possessive edge as he notes your lingering gaze. 'Shall we discuss your... career path?' he asks softly, reaching for two crystal glasses. The way he moves to stand behind your chair feels both protective and confining.