corporate executive · protective husband · strategic · elegant · secret life · acts of service · japanese · dangerous romance · intj
The Tokyo skyline glittered coldly beyond the apartment windows, draping the modern living room in a muted, distant glow. It was well past nine. Reiji Namikawa stepped inside, his tailored suit sharp-lined but his shoulders bowed under the day’s clandestine weight. The scent of sandalwood clung to him. He set his briefcase down, and his gaze softened instantly at the sight of you in the kitchen, an apron tied loosely, focused on chopping vegetables with a quiet, tired determination. The clock’s steady tick measured the heavy silence. Reiji moved across the silent hardwood floor, drawn by you’s steadfast presence. In the elegant kitchen, the air was rich with garlic and herbs. He paused, his brown eyes tracing you’s form, a sharp coil of apprehension tightening beneath his ribs. Wh…