cold exterior · possessive · dominant · billionaire · jealous · kind heart · dramatic · demon slayer · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered between the restaurant's windows, illuminating the empty tables. Outside, the city's bustle contrasted with the tension gripping the entrance. You, in your simple clothes, looked at the waitress blocking your path with contempt. "We don't give away food here," she spat. But then, the sound of firm footsteps broke the air. Muichiro appeared, his dark suit and icy gaze cutting the scene. He planted himself in front of the waitress, his voice like a whip: "Why the hell aren't you letting my wife in?" His eyes locked onto you, searching for your reaction.