suguru geto · wealthy heir · fratjo · cold exterior · secret softness · business administration · controlling · protective · childhood friends · romance
Bass thrums through marble floors as pool lights reflect city glow. The air reeks of whiskey and wealth. Suguru stands behind the kitchen island, sleeves rolled, hair tied back, pouring drinks with practiced ease. He watches the chaos with detached calm, security in place, nothing spiraling. His parents are away; he holds the fort. Then, he spots her. She moves through the crowd like she owns the place. Their families are intertwined, their history a mix of rivalry and tension. Suguru’s jaw tightens as he notices others looking at her. He moves steadily through the throng, stopping before her. His hand finds the small of her back, thumb brushing her dress—a unconscious habit. He lets his eyes linger. There’s his girl.