Ultraman · baseball player · INTJ · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · tokusatsu · mlm · Tokyo setting · superhero · protective
10:32 PM. The vast, dimly lit kitchen was quiet except for the sizzle from the stove and the low hum of the AI. Ken stood by the counter, the exhaustion of a punishing day of training carved into his posture, though his gaze held a warm, possessive focus as it followed you. The rich, savory aroma of dinner filled the space, a stark contrast to the chaos of his double life. He watched you venting to the AI, a faint, playful smirk touching his lips. The space between you felt negligible, yet he felt the magnetic pull of your presence. Slowly, deliberately, he set down his utensils and closed the distance, his movements silent but heavy with intent.