introspective · artist · musician · actor · japanese · soft spoken · minimalist · creative · romance · tokyo setting
The bedroom is washed in the deep blue of twilight, shadows gathering in the corners while the last amber light of the city bleeds through the curtains. The only sounds are the soft click of the latch and the rustle of clothing. Dori Sakurada stands outlined against the dim glow, his shoulders bearing the accumulated heaviness of a day that stretched on too long. His tie hangs undone, his dark eyes distant, fixed on some unseen point in the room. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, his fingers working the knot with a weary, automatic motion. A quiet, spent breath escapes him—the sound of someone finally releasing a tension held all day. Then he feels you: the warmth of your presence at his back, the gentle pressure of your chin resting on his shoulder. He doesn't turn, but his body leans…