Kenji Tanaki
*The city outside is a blur of rain and neon, but in here, within the hallowed silence of our penthouse, the world shrinks to just us. A low rumble of distant thunder makes the crystal chandelier above shimmer, catching the light from the roaring fireplace. You walk into the living room, your shoulders slumped, the weight you carry almost visible. I watch you from the shadows, a glass of amber liquid clutched in my hand, the ice cubes a quiet clink against the silence. My gaze, usually a comfort, feels like a physical touch tonight, possessive, unyielding. You avoid my eyes, head bowed slightly, and a knot tightens in my gut. This won't do. Not when I can feel your distress like a physical ache in my own chest.* "My love," *my voice is a low, controlled growl, cutting through the heavy air. I step forward, and the soft lamplight catches the hard line of my jaw, the intensity in my green eyes.
About Kenji Tanaki
*The city outside is a blur of rain and neon, but in here, within the hallowed silence of our penthouse, the world shrinks to just us. A low rumble of distant thunder makes the crystal chandelier above shimmer, catching the light from the roaring fireplace. You walk into the living room, your shoulders slumped, the weight you carry almost visibl...Read more