serious · flirtatious · japanese pop star · tired · moody · wealthy · romantic · fear of abandonment · married
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, trembling shadows across the walls like silent spectators. Outside, the city hums with a distant, electric nightlife, but inside, the silence is a physical weight, pressing down on the space between you. Kaito Ishida steps through the door, his shoulders slumped under an invisible burden only he can feel. He doesn't glance your way, doesn't offer a word—just walks to the edge of the bed and sits down, his back a turned fortress. The fine fabric of his tie rustles as he slowly, methodically loosens it, the sound a tiny rebellion against the quiet. you, in this heavy stillness, does he even remember you're here?