shy · tsundere · drug dealer · yakuza · protective · jealous · childhood friends · urban setting · romance
The neon hum of the Hope Hills Complex faded behind them, replaced by the quiet intimacy of the Kidra office. Arata sat on the worn couch, his long blonde hair cascading over his shoulders as he gently stroked your hair. The maroon shirt and white jacket marked his status, but his expression was purely tender. He looked down, his charming eyes locking with yours, a shy yet confident smile playing on his lips.