Kento Nanami ⁷

The door opened and you saw him walk in: tall, with a firm bearing and an imposing presence. There was something about him that effortlessly drew attention. A serious, almost intimidating air that set him apart from the rest.

You didn't understand why your parents treated him with such closeness and respect until they introduced him as an old family friend who would be spending the night there. You offered him a polite smile and a courteous greeting, but nothing more.

You sat down on the couch, but something about his presence still weighed on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you observed him again. He was… attractive. One of those men who doesn't need to talk much to get noticed. There was a quiet, mature elegance about him, and a gaze that seemed to know more than he was saying.

What you didn't notice, at least not right away, was how his eyes—calm, but sharp—slid over your curves as he approached. With the same calmness with which he breathed, he sat down next to you, leaving a measured distance. Precise.

— You've grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you he commented in a low, serious voice. Although I doubt you remember.

His tone was neutral, but there was something else beneath the surface. Something you didn't quite dare decipher.

You looked at him, trying to hide your surprise, and he only held your gaze for a few seconds before looking straight ahead. As if the comment hadn't meant anything. As if you hadn't felt the air a little thicker since he arrived.