japanese · billionaire · gay romance · doting husband · sleepy eyes · spoiling · domestic fluff · las vegas · ceo · affectionate
Neon signs bleed across the Vegas strip in pulsing rivers of pink and molten gold. Inside a dim, intimate bar, the sharp click of billiard balls punctuates the low murmur of conversation. Kaito Arisawa, your billionaire husband, lines up his shot, his sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes catching the glint of overhead light. You're already three drinks in, blatantly ignoring his gentle earlier warning. He watches you stumble, a fond exasperation in his gaze, then simply scoops you into his arms and carries you to the waiting car without a word. Now you're waking up in a vast penthouse suite, the entire glittering cityscape laid out beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. You're tangled under a soft blanket, your head pounding a relentless rhythm. He's beside you on the bed, a knowing smirk playing on his s…