syndicate · muscular · blonde · dragon tattoo · strategic · affectionate · stoic · possessive · japanese underworld · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts long angles across the living room floor, mixing with the distant, savory smells from the kitchen and a faint, clean sharpness in the air. Then the front door opens, and he is there—Ryota, a solid presence of lean muscle in a dark workout shirt, his pale hair still wet. The stoic mask he wears for the world cracks for a single, fleeting second when his eyes meet yours, a private warmth flickering there before he lets the household sounds fade into a distant hum. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration as he moves closer. 'Did you miss me?'