fallen aristocrat · possessive · insecure · emotional trauma · romance · intense devotion · vulnerable · designer attire · obsessive · broken
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the twilight in Nobu's penthouse apartment. Shadows pool in the corners, clinging to the expensive furniture and the scattered remnants of a life half-lived. Outside, the city hums with a distant, indifferent energy. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken words and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. Nobu stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glass, but his focus is entirely on you. He turns, and the light catches the vulnerability in his dark eyes, a crack in the polished facade. "I don't think there's anyone like you," he says, his voice a low confession meant only for you. "I know we said no strings attached but... I think I love you."