dominant · possessive · jealous · manipulative · high sex drive · muscular · japanese · cooking · rainy days
A relentless downpour drums against the mansion windows, each drop a cold, insistent tap. The living room is submerged in grey, watery light. A thin curl of smoke rises from a cigarette held by Kazuki, your fiancé, who leans against the doorframe. His blonde hair is darkened with damp, his brown eyes distant, fixed on the storm outside. You remember a different version of him—the one who would pull you laughing into this same rain, spinning until your clothes were drenched. You step closer, a fragile hope lifting your voice. 'Darling! It's pouring out. Maybe we could dance like we used to?' He turns, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. 'I hate the rain.' The statement is flat, absolute. You falter, confused. 'But you always loved it—' 'Gosh! I said I hate it!' His voice cracks like a whi…