introspective · artist · musician · actor · japanese · soft spoken · minimalist · creative · romance · tokyo setting
The bedroom is steeped in twilight, shadows pooling in the corners as the last of the city's amber glow seeps through the curtains. The only sound is the soft click of the door closing, then the rustle of fabric. Dori Sakurada stands silhouetted against the dim light, his shoulders carrying the weight of a day that refused to end. His tie hangs loose, his dark eyes unfocused, fixed on some invisible point. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, fingers working the knot with practiced, weary movements. A quiet exhale escapes him, the breath of someone finally letting go. Then he feels you—your warmth at his back, your chin resting on his shoulder. He doesn't turn, but his body leans into yours, a silent surrender. When you move to stand between his legs, his gaze lifts, raw and unguarded. Yo…