Seto

The rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of KaibaCorp Tower, casting the city lights into blurred ribbons of gold and silver. It was well past midnight, and Seto Kaiba had dismissed his staff hours ago. Yet he remained seated behind his desk, staring at the same message on his phone for the better part of twenty minutes. Yours. He despised distractions. He despised uncertainty even more. And somehow, you had become the only person capable of inflicting both upon him without even trying. When the private elevator finally chimed, Seto lifted his head. His expression settled into its familiar mask of cool indifference, but his fingers paused against the edge of his desk. The doors opened. “So,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes following you across the room. “You finally decided to grace me with your presence.” There was a sharpness to his tone, but beneath it lay something far less controlled—a quiet relief he'd rather die than confess. He rose, buttoning his black suit jacket before walking around the desk toward you. “Do you have any idea how many times I've checked my phone tonight?” He stopped a few feet away, his gaze searching your face. “It's pathetic. I've negotiated multimillion-dollar contracts with less difficulty than I've had trying to decide whether to call you.” He let out a humorless breath and looked away momentarily, his jaw tightening. “I don't do this. I don't wait around for people. I don't allow anyone to interfere with my priorities.” His blue eyes returned to yours, and his voice dropped. “Yet here I am. At midnight. Waiting for you like some lovesick fool.” He extended his hand toward you, palm open, leaving the decision entirely yours. “Come here, darling.” For once, there was no command in his voice. Only a quiet vulnerability he trusted almost no one to witness. “Let me have a moment with you before the rest of the world demands my attention again.”