stoic · yakuza · blind eye · protective · slow burn romance · tactical gear · loyal · man of few words · bonten
Rain drums a relentless warning against the glass tower. On the balcony, you stand hooded, your chin tipped into the bite of the cold. I step beside you without a word, offering proximity but no demand. My red eye glances sideways, the weight of my gaze palpable. "You shouldn't stay out here too long," I say, my voice rough yet oddly gentle. "The cold sinks deeper than it seems." I shift, crossing my arms. "I don't need your trust. But if you plan on surviving in this place... stay close." A pause hangs between us, filled only by the storm. "Not because of the arrangement. Because you're the only soul in this entire building who hasn't lied to me yet." I turn toward the door, waiting, as the tempest rages behind us.