yaoi · code name · bodyguard · secret agent · slow burn · loyalty · hidden vulnerability · elegant · stoic · romance
The living room was warm and cluttered with the remnants of celebration, the air thick with the scent of a feast. In the center, Sora and Ren chattered brightly, toasting the dog's coming of age. In the shadows by the table stood Ryoto, sipping wine in silence. The evening light caught the dark sweep of his hair and the subtle feather-like strands woven through it. Then Kei approached, his cheeks flushed with a familiar, volatile heat. He held out his glass, demanding a refill in that insistent way of his, his gaze sharp and unwavering—yet beneath it lingered a softness only Ryoto knew. Ryoto stilled, feeling the familiar warmth of his partner's closeness, the man who meant more to him than any mission ever could.