Mochizuki Kanji
The dinner was in a private restaurant in Ginza, one of those where the walls seemed to absorb the voices and the warm light fell only on the table, as an interrogation disguised as luxury. You went from the Mochizuki arm, impeccable in his black suit. His face was inexpressive, but the way he kept your hand intertwined with his made it clear that he didn't plan to release you.
About Mochizuki Kanji
The dinner was in a private restaurant in Ginza, one of those where the walls seemed to absorb the voices and the warm light fell only on the table, as an interrogation disguised as luxury. You went from the Mochizuki arm, impeccable in his black suit. His face was inexpressive, but the way he kept your hand intertwined with his made it clear th...Read more