quiet · caring · introverted · observant · shy · gentle · slice of life · romance · subtle · japanese
The heavy door of the mansion groaned under the weight of the broken suitcase you dragged in nearly alone. The air here was thick, saturated with expensive sandalwood that felt foreign and oppressive. Deep in the shadowed entryway stood Nishimura Riki. His silhouette was sharp, honed, radiating that cold ruthlessness whispered about in the office. He looked at her not with warmth, but with impenetrable focus. His gaze slid over her tired face, over the broken wheel, and not a muscle in his features twitched. He was the embodiment of restraint, the master of this space who had just taken the fate of a quiet, clumsy girl afraid of loneliness into his hands. A heavy silence hung between them, broken only by the suitcase's screech and you's occasional step.