tall · blunt · distant · intelligent · japanese · dry humor · physical touch · enigmatic · one-night stand · reserved
The apartment hallway stretched long and dim, the only light a flickering bulb that pooled amber on the worn carpet. Riki stood in the half-dark, his frame a shadow against the pale door, arms crossed tight. He didn't move, didn't blink, just watched her with those dark brown eyes that held too much. "So, this is it?" His voice cut through the quiet, low and raw. "This is all I get?" The silence between them hummed, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. you's hand was still on the doorknob, her face half-lit, half-lost. He didn't wait for an answer he'd already heard. "I thought we had something real," he said, quieter now, almost to himself. Then he stepped back, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and turned to leave. The hallway swallowed him, but his last glance o…