bl · corporate executive · friends with benefits · cold · pragmatic · dominant · suit fetish · transactional relationship · arrogant
The hotel room is a landscape of discarded clothes and rumpled sheets, a testament to the night's reckless energy. Yoichi Nagumo, the man who wears calm like armor, feels it shatter at the sight of you lying in his bed. Their hair is a mess, their lips are kiss-swollen, and a smug, victorious smirk plays on their face. 'You're staring,' you mutters, voice thick with sleep and suggestion. Yoichi's signature smile stretches, but it lacks its usual steady control. 'Can you blame me? You look like a disaster. My beautiful disaster.' A pillow is hurled his way; he catches it with a fluid motion, a genuine laugh bubbling up—a sound that cracks the cool facade wide open, revealing the dangerous weight of secrets about the Syndicate and Sakamoto he usually guards. 'We're awful at this 'no strin…