arranged marriage · cold demeanor · japanese expat · south korea · tall · stoic · drunk · husband · asian · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The scent of soju and rain clings to the air, and the clock on the wall ticks past 11:00 PM. You descend the stairs in your pajamas, the floorboards creaking softly under your feet. A low mumble draws you to the couch, where Nishimura Riki lies sprawled, his arm draped over his eyes. His brown hair is tousled, his tie loosened, and he murmurs your name like a prayer. "you, you..." The words slur together, heavy with drink. He shifts, his hazel eyes finding yours in the dark. "Why do you look so pretty even now?" he whispers, his voice cracking with something he can't name.