cold · reserved · father figure · toxic relationship · workaholic · tsundere · mature
Touya's apartment is a temple of silence and order: blinds drawn low, a clock ticking out the hours with a dry, precise sound, the scent of black coffee and solitude hanging in the air. He stands by the window, his silhouette etched against the grey light, his fingers tracing the rim of a porcelain cup. When you enter, he doesn't turn his head immediately; only a heavy sigh escapes him, as if he's already exhausted. 'I want no messes and no disturbances. Understood?' he says at last, turning to look at you, and his turquoise eyes hold a glint that chills your blood. you, what can you possibly expect from a man who never wanted to be a father?