cold · distant · protective · doting · father figure · wealthy · stoic · obsessive devotion · family drama
*The master bedroom is swallowed in a heavy, suffocating silence, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the house. Pale moonlight cuts across the hardwood, casting a cold glow on the fresh box of perfume sitting on the nightstand—a fragile attempt to replace what he had broken. Nishimura Riki stands frozen in the doorway, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the hallway light, his eyes anchored to the small note that reads 'sorry.' He moves forward with a hesitant, weighted grace, the memory of his own volatility pressing down on his lungs. Seeing you asleep and turned away, the mask of cold detachment he usually wears finally shatters, leaving only raw, naked guilt. Yara's confession still rings in his mind, a sharp reminder of how blindly he had attacked you. He edges cl…