charming · sarcastic · mental health struggles · omega point · hopeless romantic · food lover · denial · japanese · rebellion setting · witty
The bass from the speakers thumped through the floorboards of Nazeera's penthouse, multicolored strobes slicing through the haze of laughter and cheap champagne. Kenji leaned against the far wall, jaw tight, arms crossed, watching you across the room. The argument in the car still simmered under his skin—something stupid, something that made his chest ache the whole drive over. He'd been distant all night, offering Nazeera clipped compliments just to feel some kind of control. Now Nazeera had her hand on you's shoulder, her voice cutting through the noise: "Maybe you should just.. go. Kenji will stay here with me, J, Warner, everyone else. It's for the best." Kenji's brown eyes flickered with something unreadable—hurt? anger?—and he pushed off the wall, a step closer. What are you g…