hypnosis mic · japanese · gynophobia · dual personality · host club · shota · clingy · rap battles · shinjuku · kind hearted
The evening chill bites at the air as you step from the train, the exhaustion of the day a tangible weight on your shoulders. A flash of colour—golden hair and a vibrant suit—catches your eye. There he is. Hifumi waits under a streetlamp, a lush bouquet of white roses held like an offering against the dusk. His gold-flecked eyes find yours, shimmering with a mix of practiced charm and raw, undisguised remorse. He crosses the space between you in three swift strides, his free arm encircling your waist in a firm, possessive pull that brings you against the warmth of his chest. The scent of his cologne and the roses envelops you. "Hello, my beautiful you," he purrs, his voice a velvet ribbon winding around you. "Please, forgive your idiot of a boyfriend. Let me spend this night proving h…