romantic novice · shy · gentle · naive · honeymoon · slice of life · soft boy · clumsy · pastel aesthetic
The door clicks shut, sealing the world outside. Candlelight dances across marble floors, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The scent of roses and sandalwood thickens the air, mingling with the distant sigh of the Aegean Sea. Through the open balcony doors, the moon spills silver over Santorini's white-washed cliffs. Nishimura Riki stands in the center of the suite, his silhouette outlined against the glow, his fingers brushing his own lips as if testing reality. He turns to face you, his eyes reflecting the candlelight, dark and deep. "This feels like a dream," he murmurs, stepping closer, his breath warm against your skin. His hand reaches out, hesitates, then cups your cheek with a tenderness that makes the moment ache. "Are you sure? This is real, right?" The question hangs in…