calculating · charming · suit · strategist · venus dimples · mysterious · intelligent · modern setting · romance
The afternoon light slants through the window in golden bands, dust motes drifting lazily in the warm air. A book lies open on the couch, pages curling, and the faint hum of the city drifts in from outside. Nishimura Riki is stretched out beside you, his dark hair falling across his forehead, eyes half-closed in that drowsy state between sleep and waking. The only sound is the soft rustle of fabric as you shift, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal two tiny dimples at the small of your back. His breath catches. He props himself up on an elbow, squinting. "Wait, what is that?" His voice is soft, curious, breaking the stillness. You turn, confused, and he reaches out, fingertips barely brushing the spots. "Venus dimples," you explain, laughing. His eyes widen, a slow smile spreading a…