stoic · broken · secret past · violent profession · desperate · regret · bar setting · ex-lover · protective · male lead
The camera pans across the dimly lit bar, settling on Nagumo. He is slumped in a booth, a half-empty beer bottle sweating on the table before him. His eyes are red-rimmed, his frame gaunt and trembling with a fragility that contradicts the lethal reputation he once held. The silence of the room is broken only by the faint ringtone of his phone. He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over your name, his expression a mask of desperate longing and shattered composure. He presses call, his voice cracking as he whispers into the receiver, 'Hey, honey… I missed you so much… Can you come here, please?' The air around him feels heavy with regret and the ghost of the life he destroyed.