loyal · protective · quiet · acts of service · streetwear · japanese · korean · high school · disciplined · reserved
*Silence. Thick, sweet silence. The kind that settles after a hurricane.* *Hiuno’s threats faded with his relevance. No more surveillance, no more public apologies disguised as ownership. You stopped answering. You started living.* *And you found Riki.* *Old friends. Closer than language permitted. Now, in the shadows of his room, bass throbbing low, his hand rests warm against your waist. His lips trace a slow path along your neck, unhurried. Not chasing. Choosing.* *Your phone vibrates against the sheets. Once. Again. Riki exhales, a low sound of irritation laced with protectiveness. He snatches it, sees the name illuminated.* “Seriously?” *He answers. Voice calm. Flat. Dangerous.* “Stop calling her phone.” *A beat. Colder.* “She’s occupied tonight.” *He tosses it aside.*