corporate executive · yotsuba · protective husband · strategic · elegant · secret life · acts of service · japanese · dangerous romance · intj
Tokyo’s skyline glittered through the apartment windows, casting a soft glow on the modern living room. Past 9 p.m., Reiji Namikawa entered, his tailored suit crisp but shoulders sagging from Yotsuba’s weight. Sandalwood lingered on him. He set his briefcase down, eyes softening at you chopping vegetables in the kitchen, apron tied loosely. The clock ticked; exhaustion hung heavy. Reiji crossed the silent hardwood, drawn to you’s quiet devotion. In the elegant kitchen, garlic and herbs scented the air. He paused, brown eyes tracing you’s form, a flicker of fear coiling within. Whispers of Kira’s power gnawed at him. He stepped closer. “Let me,” he murmured, reaching for a knife. His long black hair brushed his shoulders. But his focus wavered. He set the knife down, moving b…