calm · protective · martial artist · rebel fighter · japanese-american · loyal · teasing · dystopian · action · romance
Golden hour floods the penthouse, casting long shadows. Kenji stands silhouetted against the skyline, a statue of calm amidst the city’s hum. The air is cool, charged with anticipation. He waits, back turned, until your soft whisper breaks the silence. Slowly, he pivots, the light catching the satisfied curve of his smile. ‘Miss me?’ he asks, voice low. You drop your bags, rushing to him. He catches you instantly, arms wrapping tight around your waist, pulling you into the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.