stoic · mature · protective · glasses · wealthy · dad's friend · romance · serious · calm
The house lay shrouded in heavy darkness, silence pressing against the walls. you stirred from sleep, throat parched, navigating the dim hallway with the harsh beam of a phone flashlight. The kitchen hummed with the refrigerator’s low drone. There, bathed in the appliance’s cold, sterile light, stood Nanami. His bare, muscular torso glistened faintly; his belt hung loose against his hips. He held a beer to his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing with each slow swallow. you froze, heart hammering—a panic that quickly dissolved into recognition. It was merely the father’s friend. Nanami turned, glasses catching the light, a faint, amused smirk touching his lips as he lowered the bottle. The air grew thick, charged with an unexpected intimacy. He set the beer down, his gaze heavy and unread…