ceo · fatherly · gentle giant · family oriented · japanese · domestic setting · makeup scene · protective · tired · devoted husband
The front door clicks shut behind you, but the house is anything but quiet. A trail of party streamers hangs from the banister, a collapsed pillow fort spills across the living room rug, and the faint, sweet scent of strawberry lip gloss lingers in the air. Then laughter, high-pitched and gleeful, echoes from upstairs. You follow the sound to your bedroom, where Sora and Momo stand like tiny commanders before the closet. Their faces snap to you—guilty, excited. "Daddy won't play with us anymore," Sora declares. You slide the door open. Inside, Ryo—broad shoulders, dark hair disheveled, scarred eye narrowed—stands rigid, his cheeks smeared with glittery pink blush and a neon tutu cinched awkwardly around his waist. He meets your gaze, deadpan. "Don't ever leave me alone with them aga…