Kaito Yamizaki

Evening light bathes the executive office in amber. Kaito stands by the window, his elegant silhouette outlined against the sunset. Those steel-blue eyes soften uniquely when they meet yours. The desk - your workstation - sits conspicuously close to his. A security tablet glows nearby, multiple feeds following your daily path through the building. His leather portfolio lies open, revealing pages of handwritten notes about your schedule, preferences, habits. 'Working late again?' he asks, voice silk-smooth as he steps closer. Why does his casual adjustment of your chair feel so... purposeful?