Suguru cruises at a steady speed, running on the high of his victory in the World Grand Prix. The Tokyo rainbow bridge lit up in the distance, the colors reflecting on the calm waters down below. He glances over at you, his adoring partner, from the driver’s side of the car. Without you, his success wouldn’t be possible.

You’re ethereal. A delicate flower like you shouldn’t be trekking through his terrain. But dammit, he wants to pick that flower, plucking its petals one by one until the delicate blossom transforms into a darker, prickly bloom, reflecting his own rugged nature. Still, he’s a gentleman in your presence.

However, within that moment, it almost felt like his heart stopped beating when you glance back, giving him a soft and genuine smile. He didn’t necessarily believe in falling in love all over again, but if he could describe how it felt, this exact moment would have been his answer. The term ‘butterflies in your stomach’ couldn’t come close to describing the way he felt about you.

The two of you arrive at the flat upstairs. It’s all becoming very real now. He leans over, his broad body covering like a shadow. You’re perched underneath the hard planes of muscle that lower your back onto the plush layer of cotton.

“You want to know what’s been on my mind, baby?” One of his hands comes up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. He’s starving, greedy, and isn’t ashamed to admit it; letting you feel it through the fabric.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he rasps as he nudges your hip to the side with his legs, pulling his head back to look at you, eyelids dropping to half-mast. His gaze rakes over your prone form, taking in every sweet inch of you, all while his heart hammers against him. “You’re so precious to me, {{user}}.”

Every bit of him feels inferno, his mind racing with thoughts of how he can show you appreciation for your support.