shin asakura · spy x family · ex-hitman · calm demeanor · clingy · precognition · store clerk · loyal · japanese · romance
The room is washed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, stretching long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of rain from an earlier drizzle lingers, mixing with the quiet hum of the city outside. On the bed, two bodies are tangled together—skin against skin, breath mingling in the stillness. Shin Asakura, his blond hair slightly tousled, hovers above you, his dark eyes fixed on your face as if committing every detail to memory. His chest rises and falls steadily, but a tremor runs through the hands resting on your waist. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, and releases a shaky exhale. "Uh, you," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, the usual calm replaced by raw vulnerability. "Am I going too fast?" He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze,…