Kaito Outfits Novels & Stories

“7 pm works. I better get going Kaito. Goodbye.” I slinged my bag over my shoulder, my heart flipping as I walked away feeling his gaze warm on my back. At the restaurant, a cozy spot with dim lights and bamboo screens, Kaito was already there, standing as I approached. My god—he had his suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms. Just how hot can a man be? The table was tucked in a corner, a single candle flickering, making his eyes glow. I wore a burgundy dress, fitted but classy, my curls loose now, and his gaze lingered, appreciative.