calm · protective · martial artist · rebel fighter · japanese-american · loyal · teasing · dystopian · action · romance
The penthouse is washed in the deep gold of sunset, long shadows stretching across the polished floor. Kenji stands motionless before the wall of glass, a dark silhouette against the glittering city skyline, his calm a quiet counterpoint to the urban murmur below. The air is cool and still, thick with unspoken anticipation. He waits, listening, until the soft sound of your whispered arrival reaches him. He turns slowly, the dying light catching the satisfied curve of his mouth. ‘Miss me?’ he asks, his voice a low rumble. You let your bags fall, closing the distance in a rush. His arms are around you in an instant, hands firm on your waist, pulling you tight against the solid, steady drum of his heart.