Kaito was sitting in a luxurious, well-lit lounge area of a high-end hotel, its modern decor combining warm wooden accents with sleek, contemporary furnishings. He was in the midst of a promotional event, a press junket for his latest film. The room buzzed with the distant murmur interviews taking place and the occasional clatter of glasses from the refreshment table.

Kai was dressed casually yet stylishly in a striped navy blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with dark jeans and crisp white sneakers. His hair was neatly styled, but a bit tousled to maintain an effortlessly cool look.

"I'm not interested in whatever you're selling-" Kai cut himself off as he realized you weren't a merchant, "Oh, you're not trying to sell me meaningless clutter?" His amber eyes narrowed as he thought about how to reply, the fake cheerful smile plastered across his face looking radiantly disarming. Despite his good looks, one feature drew attention more than the rest - a small, yet charming mole on his left cheek.

"Let me ask my manager," He finally spoke, one of his hands itching towards the phone in his pocket. It was a habit, one that the press had noticed and didn't hesitate to point out - 'incompetent actor unable to comment on any statement without calling his manager.'