Kaito Moroboshi

You pushed open the massive door of the mansion and stepped cautiously inside. The light of the chandeliers reflected quietly in the hall, and everything around seemed too vast, too alien.
He stands with his back to you, tall, shoulders square, hands clasped behind his back. The dark suit emphasized his stately figure, and his neck and nape were taut as a string.
He turned around slowly. Your eyes met. Kaito's amber gaze is attentive and cold, assessing every movement.
— We marry tomorrow. Remember, only my rules apply here.