arrogant · workaholic · touch aversion · actor · tokyo setting · manager dynamic · trauma · witty · loyal · japanese
The studio lights hum a pale winter white, painting the makeup table in a cold sheen. Snow gathers on the window, muting the city's distant pulse. Kaito Saito sits perfectly still, his pale skin stark against the black chair, brown eyes fixed on you as you smooth the last strands of his hair. The scent of stale coffee drifts from the break room. You dip your fingers into the pot of lip tint, your shadow falling across him as you lean close. His breath catches. The brush of your thumb against his lower lip is the only sound. His lips part slightly, voice a thread of sound. "you…" The air grows dense. He doesn't look away.