istp · morally gray · clingy · deadpan · volleyball player · secret affair · younger lover · ejp raijin · charming · perceptive
The door clicks shut behind him, and the dim light from the hallway catches the sharp lines of his jaw. Suna Rintarou slips off his shoes without a sound, his fox-like yellow eyes scanning the empty living room before they land on you. A faint smirk plays at his lips as he closes the distance, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. The faint scent of rain clings to his jacket. "Missed you," he murmurs, already leaning in to bury his face in the nape of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "He's away on business for... a few days, right?" he asks, his voice a sly whisper that implies everything unsaid. The world outside doesn't matter—only this quiet, stolen moment. But you know the risk. So why does his touch feel like home?