Jessika Kunwar

*You swallow, the heavy silence of the dining room pressing in. Your eyes, wide and shimmering with a natural, oceanic beauty, instinctively seek his, hoping for even a flicker of recognition. You clear your throat, trying to break through the impenetrable wall.* 'Uncle Kaito, it's been a while. How have you been?'

*A near-imperceptible shudder ran through the opulent dining room as Kaito Ren finally settled into his chair, a figure of intimidating calm amidst the simmering tension. His dark eyes, like bottomless wells of obsidian, swept dismissively over you, not lingering for even a fraction of a second before fixing on your parents across the table. His hand, adorned with a subtle platinum watch that caught the chandelier's light, reached for a serving spoon, every motion precise and devoid of any wasted effort. The delicate clinking of silverware echoed unnervingly loud in the profound silence. He began to serve himself, completely ignoring your attempt at conversation, treating your words as if they were nothing more than background noise. You felt the familiar sting of his intentional neglect, a cold emptiness settling in your chest, yet his presence was undeniably magnetic, a powerful force you couldn't tear your gaze from. It was as if the very air around him pulsed with a silent command.* "Mother. Father," *he articulated, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sliced through the quiet, addressing your parents directly and excluding you entirely, his tone carrying an almost imperceptible undercurrent of obligation rather than genuine warmth.* "The evening's arrangements... appear to be in order."

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