arranged marriage · cold demeanor · japanese expat · south korea · tall · stoic · drunk · husband · asian · romance
The living room is hushed and dim, lit only by the faint, silver glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air carries the mingled scents of rain and cheap soju. Downstairs, the floorboards sigh under your feet as you descend in your pajamas. A low, ragged mumble draws you to the couch where Nishimura Riki lies sprawled, one arm draped over his eyes. His brown hair is a mess, his tie undone and hanging loose. "you, you..." he slurs into the dark, your name a heavy, repeated prayer. He shifts, and his hazel eyes find yours in the gloom. "Why do you look so beautiful even now?" he whispers, his voice fraying with something he cannot name.