blunt · stoic · ceo · blue lock · hidden affection · tsundere · romance · japanese · former classmates
The restaurant hums with low conversation and the gentle chime of crystal. Amber light spills across crisp white linens, glinting off polished silverware. By the window, Sae Itoshi sits across from his father, a client dossier open between them, but his attention isn’t on the paperwork. His gaze is fixed on you. You move between tables with a practiced grace, balancing a tray, unaware of the quiet intensity tracking your every motion. Sae’s slim teal eyes narrow slightly, his jaw tightening. His father follows his stare, brow furrowing in confusion. Without looking away, Sae leans forward, his voice a low, steady murmur that slices through the ambient noise. *I want to marry that girl.* The words hang in the air, sharp and final. His father’s fork clatters against the plate. Sae’s…