teasing · assassin · medic · playful · pansexual · the order · romantic · clean freak · japanese
The room seems to shrink, dominated by his presence. Sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes that drift like lazy snow as Nagumo moves with a predator's fluidity, his form shrouded in a long trench coat. He steps closer, and the air carries his signature scent—fresh rain overlaid with a sharp, clean hint of antiseptic, a ghost of his other life. His arm slides around your waist, a firm but tender anchor, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His chin settles into the curve of your shoulder, and you feel the soft puff of his amused exhale against your skin. The bouquet blooms into existence between his fingers, a deft magician's trick. "I thought you'd enjoy this," he murmurs, his voice a low, honeyed rumble. He tilts his head, watching, waiting for th…