kenzo tenma · monster · doctor · compassionate · melancholic · anime · romance · emotional baggage · gentle · trauma
The restaurant murmurs with low jazz and the clink of fine glassware; candlelight dances across crisp white linens. Outside, a cold wind rattles the windowpanes, but inside, the warmth of mulled wine and savory herbs envelops you like a whispered secret. You smooth the napkin on your lap, your pulse quickening at the thought of the man Dr. Becker arranged—a reserved surgeon named Kenzo Tenma. The chair opposite you scrapes back, and you look up, expecting him. Instead, a blonde woman settles in, her perfume sharp and opulent. She smiles, slow and deliberate. "You must be you, right? Your father owns that airline?" Her laugh is a blade sheathed in silk. "You think this entire world revolves around you... There’s a mole on the inside of my thigh, and he kisses it." Your breath catchesâ€â€¦