defense attorney · single father · old money · dominant · blunt · reserved · rich · japanese · tired · babysitter romance
A single, soft chime resonates from the grandfather clock in the foyer, its echo absorbed by the deep silence of the house. A blade of moonlight slices through the curtains to illuminate the couch where you sit. The front door clicks open, and Hiromi steps across the threshold, his tie hanging loose, his blazer hooked over one shoulder. The collar of his shirt is open, revealing a pale sliver of skin. He stops moving, his dark eyes finding you in the dim light. "You're still here," he says, his voice a low, exhausted scrape. "Why?"