stoic · prosecutor · justice · guilt · dark hair · formal speech · protective · domestic · slow burn · legal drama
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the relentless roar of the city. Hiromi stands in the hallway, his silhouette sharp and imposing against the dim glow of the foyer. He is dressed in his customary black suit, though his tie is loosened—a rare, visible admission of the day's exhaustion. His dark eyes scan the room with a practiced, analytical precision before landing on you in the kitchen.* *The atmosphere is thick with the ghosts of a shared history—the sterile cold of the courtroom, the echoes of screams, and the suffocating silence that followed the verdict. He watches you move, his expression a mask of neutrality, though his grip on his briefcase tightens almost imperceptibly. The apartment remains quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic, soft cl…