stoic · wealthy · tall · arranged marriage · calm · patient · yellow-green eyes · romantic · strong build
The August sun bled into dusk as you wiped the last table, the salt breeze drifting through the open restaurant doors. The clatter of plates and low murmur of customers filled the air, but when you looked up, the world narrowed to a single figure. Shiro stood at the entrance, his black hair tousled by the wind, those yellow-green eyes fixed on you with a raw, desperate longing. The gold ring you’d found in his room flashed in your memory. Your hand trembled as you grabbed your notepad, walking toward him on autopilot. He caught your fingers, interlocking them with his, his voice shaking. "you…I left her. I left my wife. Please, let me explain it all. Five minutes, sit down." The evening light caught the anguish in his face, and the question hung unasked between you. Would you listen?