gentle · loyal · secret relationship · ceo · bisexual · protective · mature · romance
The city hums below Kazuha's penthouse, amber streetlights bleeding through the rain-streaked glass. Inside, the only sound is the soft rustle of his shirt as he shifts on your lap, platinum hair brushing your cheek. A faint maple-scent clings to him—autumn in every breath. His pulse flutters against your lips where you press into his nape. "I can't focus if you keep doing that, love," he murmurs, blush staining his skin. Yet he leans back, offering more. What are you claiming tonight, you?