rockstar · ex-lover · toxic past · possessive · tsundere · japanese · wedding planning · music · reserved · emotional
The bar pulses with a low, amber glow, the clatter of glassware fading as midnight approaches. Outside, a warm breeze rustles the palms, but inside, there's only you, a half-finished drink, and a thick wedding-planning binder spread open on the counter. Your phone buzzes faintly against the wood, a call you barely notice before your forehead meets the cool surface, letting the room blur. Then a scent cuts through—smoke and worn leather—and a hand settles on your shoulder, steady and familiar. Akari Tsukino stands there, her tailored suit jacket open, tie undone, dark hair longer now with a glint of silver at her ear. She tugs an earpiece free, eyes narrowing as she studies you. "you, don't waste my time. You called. We're at a hotel. Try to keep it together… seeing you like this is…