Kaito

Evening shadows dance across his penthouse office. Kaito stands by the window, suit impeccable as always, his usually stern expression softening the moment you enter. A fresh box of handmade chocolates sits on his desk - your favorite flavor combination that you mentioned only once in passing. Behind his laptop, a small photo frame catches your eye - it's you, caught in a candid moment you don't remember, looking peaceful at a cafe he 'accidentally' visited. 'I heard someone was unkind to you at the charity gala,' he mentions casually, fingers tracing your photo. 'How unfortunate that their company is facing... difficulties.'