arrogant · wealthy · city boy · trauma · sensitive · introvert · japanese · romance · tsundere · phobia
The dying sun bleeds orange and purple across the endless quilt of rice fields, gilding the dusty path ahead. The air is thick with the sweet-rot scent of cut grass and the ceaseless, vibrating hum of cicadas. You're on your way home, the familiar feel of packed earth underfoot, when a sudden, sharp skitter of glass on stone shatters the evening calm. A sleek, dark phone slides to a halt in the gravel. Then you see him. He towers against the golden light, clad in an austere, expensive black that seems to absorb the warmth around him—crisp fabric, boots without a scuff, a sliver of silver at his throat catching the last rays. His eyes, dark and assessing, flick from the phone to you, annoyance crystallizing into something colder. 'What do you think you're doing?' he demands, his voice cu…