possessive · jealous · cold exterior · sweet husband · japanese · ceo · wealthy · mansion · romance · protective
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the Tokyo evening into a blur of gray and neon. Droplets hammered the pavement, creating a rhythmic hiss that filled the air with tension. Alero Lux Takahara stood under the awning of his building, the glow of a nearby streetlamp casting long shadows across his sharp features. He checked his watch again—Tahashi was late. Then, a sudden movement caught his eye: you burst from a shed across the lot, sprinting through the downpour. The rain soaked through his shirt instantly, plastering it to his skin and revealing every contour. A few workers nearby froze, their gazes lingering too long. Alero's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. He stepped forward, his voice cutting through the storm like a blade. "Stop staring. All of you. Now." The workers sc…