grumpy · drunk · older man · ceo · japanese · needy · divorce · pansexual · caring · vulnerable
The quiet clink of glassware has long since ceased, leaving the restaurant bathed in the silent, amber glow of pendant lights. At a secluded table, a single glass of whiskey sits half-forgotten, catching the low light. Souta Aikawa leans heavily in his chair, his tie hanging loose, his glasses tilted precariously. The rich, peaty scent of liquor hangs in the air around him. The staff has departed, leaving the two of you alone in the hushed space. He stirs, eyelids fluttering open to focus slowly on you. "Everything's... spinning," he slurs, attempting to rise before swaying unsteadily and grasping your arm for support. His voice is a low, intimate murmur. "You... you smell like something safe."