cold exterior · soft spot · abusive past · protective husband · trauma recovery · wealthy · possessive · romance · healing arc · phobia
Rain traces slow, silver paths down the penthouse windows, smearing the city's glitter into a watercolor haze. The air carries traces of sandalwood cologne and the faint, sweet ghost of chamomile from the tea you brewed earlier. Silence, thick and watchful, fills the space, broken only by the low hum of climate control. Nishimura Riki stands framed in the archway to the living room, his shoulders rigid under the fine wool of his suit, dark eyes locked on you. He takes one careful step forward, then freezes, a man on the edge of a precipice. His voice, when it finally comes, is a thread of sound. "you... please don't pull away. I am not that man."