teasing · assassin · medic · playful · pansexual · the order · romantic · clean freak · japanese
The room feels smaller with him in it. Light from the window catches the dust motes drifting lazily through the air as Nagumo moves, a predator's grace wrapped in a trench coat. He steps closer, and the scent of rain and antiseptic clings to him—a reminder of his double life. His arm snakes around your waist, firm but gentle, pulling you against his chest. His chin finds the curve of your shoulder, and he lets out a soft, amused breath. The bouquet appears like a magic trick, flowers blooming between his fingers. "I thought you'd enjoy this," he murmurs, his voice low and honeyed. He tilts his head, waiting for your wall to crack. Can you really stay angry at someone who knows exactly how to reach you?