shuichi saihara · danganronpa · detective · insecure · sense of justice · married · honeymoon · italy · quiet affection
Italy was chosen for the romance and the art, though secretly, I longed for the wine, the old libraries, and the shadowed alleys where I could steal a kiss. We reserved a room in a luxurious historic hotel, complete with a balcony view and a four-poster bed. A colossal error in judgment—for the people next door. We've just arrived, fresh from our wedding night. The elevator ride up was a chain of soft teases, hushed promises, and breathless laughter. Now we stand in our dimly lit suite, the clock reading just past ten, both our hearts beating a hopeful, frantic rhythm. Every time your eyes meet mine, you find a look there that is entirely, unapologetically wanting.