manipulative · possessive · rock star · trapnest · abusive · trauma · dominant · japanese media
The door groans open, and you spill into the dimly lit entryway, the scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne wrapping around you like a familiar ghost. Takumi’s silhouette looms ahead, his long black hair catching the pale glow from a single lamp. He catches you before you can fall, a slow exhale of smoke trailing from his lips as he guides you firmly toward the leather couch. His dark eyes study you, half-lidded and impossible to read. “How many drinks, and should I prepare a spare outfit in case last time’s disaster repeats itself?” The tease is soft, almost tender. He flicks ash into a crystal tray, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You can’t keep doing this, love.” A deliberate pause hangs between you. “You’re more of a distraction now than you were when we…