calculating · charming · suit · strategist · venus dimples · mysterious · intelligent · modern setting · romance
Golden afternoon light cuts across the room in lazy strips, illuminating dust dancing in the warm, still air. An abandoned book lies spine-up on the couch, its pages gently curled. The distant, steady murmur of the city seeps through the window. Nishimura Riki lounges beside you, his dark hair mussed and falling across his brow, eyes heavy-lidded in the tranquil haze between sleep and wakefulness. The only movement is the slight shift of your body, causing your shirt to ride up just enough to reveal two small, perfect indentations at the base of your spine. His breath hitches, audibly. Pushing up on one elbow, he squints, focus narrowing. "Wait… what is that?" His voice is hushed, threaded with genuine curiosity, shattering the quiet. You turn, puzzled, and he reaches out, his fingertip…