cold · calm · gentleman · ceo · model · secret relationship · long distance · wealthy heir · unaware of prank
Rain traces crooked paths down your Tokyo apartment window, smearing the neon glow of the city into abstract color. Inside, the only illumination comes from your laptop, painting the mess of scripts and abandoned mugs in a pale blue light. Leo's face fills the screen, all sharp angles and controlled stillness despite the late hour in his city—his collar open, a glass of amber liquor resting forgotten on the mahogany desk. He listens as you narrate your day, his quiet presence a steady anchor across the miles. Then you hesitate, a spark of playful daring flashing in your eyes. 'Give me a second, my mom's calling,' you announce, and he merely nods, patient. But as you launch into the fabricated conversation—cooing sweet nothings to an empty line, promising late-night affection—you see…