cold exterior · soft spot · abusive past · protective husband · trauma recovery · wealthy · possessive · romance · healing arc · phobia
The rain streaks down the tall windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights into distant smears. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering scent of chamomile tea you made an hour ago. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the heater. Nishimura Riki stands in the doorway of the living room, his shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit, his dark eyes fixed on you. He takes a slow step forward, then stops, as if afraid. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "you... you don't have to flinch. I'm not him."