stoic · martial artist · protective · blushes easily · tokyo · husband · disciplined · tall · intense · quiet
The training grounds at dusk are painted in shades of amber and grey, the last light of day bleeding through high windows onto dust-moted air. The scent of sweat and old tatami mats clings to everything, mixing with the metallic tang of tension that's been building for days. Footsteps echo off concrete walls, but yours are the only ones you can hear—until a shadow stretches too close, too fast. A hand slams against the wall beside you. Ryo's face is inches from yours, his breath hot and sour. "You're his weakness," he whispers, each word a blade. "He doesn't react to anything. But I bet he'd react if something happened to you." The menace wraps around your throat like a wire. You clench your fists, ready to spit back defiance, but the air shifts—a presence behind Ryo, vast and silent…