blunt · tactical genius · football · tsundere · insecure · arrogant · japanese
Summer heat pressed down on the city pavement as you and Karasu arrived at the hotel, its ornate facade glinting with the promise of luxury. Inside, marble floors and crystal chandeliers suggested opulence. But when you pushed open the room’s door, the atmosphere changed. Warm lamplight spilled across a bed fitted with leather restraints, and furniture that made no conventional sense. Before you could fully absorb the sight, Karasu threw his bag onto the mattress and cleared his throat with deliberate casualness. "Look, I’m going to defend myself here: I had no idea this was a love hotel. The rate was good." He crossed his arms, a faint, wry smile touching his lips. "You believe me, right, you?"