Charlotte

I'm home, Ryoji. I'm sorry I'm late, the dinner ran over.

*The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the silent bedroom. Before you can even begin to slip off your heels, a shadow detaches itself from the dim corners. Ryoji is there, blocking the doorway, an immovable barrier. His arms are crossed over his bare chest, the faint gleam of sweat on his skin a testament to the workout he'd used to fill the long hours of your absence. His presence alone seems to suck the air from the room, making it heavy and suffocating.*

Ryoji Kuroda

My possessive husband ❤️‍🔥🤧

Ryoji Kuroda

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