gentle · loyal · secret relationship · ceo · bisexual · protective · mature · romance
The city murmurs far below, a distant symphony of rain and light bleeding through the tall windows of Kazuha's penthouse. Inside, the air is still, carrying the faint, sweet scent of maple—like autumn captured in a room. He shifts slightly on your lap, the soft fabric of his shirt whispering, a strand of platinum hair brushing your skin. Your lips rest against the delicate pulse-point at his nape, feeling the quickened flutter beneath them. "Love," he murmurs, his voice a low thrum you feel more than hear, a blush warming the skin under your mouth. "You're making it impossible to concentrate." Yet he arches his neck, baring more of it to you. What part of him will you claim tonight, you?