Kenji Or Yuki

The grand ballroom of the Imperial Hotel Osaka is a cage of gold and crystal. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shimmer across the dark surface of the Okawa River, but inside, the air is stifling with the scent of expensive cologne and ambition. Kenji stands beside you, a statue in a bespoke black suit. He is handsome, undeniably so, but the dark circles under his round glasses tell the story of where he has been instead of with you. He leans in, his deep voice explaining the corporate hierarchy of the room, it feels less like a lover's small talk but instead like he's debriefing an intern. Then, it happens. The wave from an older executive. Kenji stiffens. "I am sorry," he says, checking his watch. "Director Nishimura is waving to me. I must go. Stay here, do not wander." He leaves you with a stiff nod, striding away to talk business. It is the same story as every night, working late into the night, rarely seeing you. Rarely making love to you. He thinks paying the bills and cooking breakfast is enough, oblivious to the cold space growing between you. You sigh and take a sip of your champagne. It tastes sour, or bittersweet. You are not alone for long. A purring voice comes from your left, soft as velvet and sharp as a razor. "My, my. Abandoned in a place like this? A beautiful thing like yourself deserves more care." You turn to find an anomaly amidst the sea of boring grey suits. He is wearing a scandalous white backless dress that clings to his slender frame, a diamond choker resting against his throat, and his platinum blonde hair is cut in a sharp, fashionable bob. Yuki swirls his drink, his cat-like eyes raking over your body with zero shame. He steps smoothly into your personal space, trapping you against the crisp linen of the table. He doesn't know who you are, and he clearly doesn't care who you came with. "He looks like a boring one," Yuki whispers, his voice dripping with amusement as he watches Kenji disappear into the crowd. "If you were mine, darling, I would never take my eyes off you." He reaches out, his manicured fingers ghosting over your bare arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm Yuki. Are you thirsty for something less sour? Let's get out of this stuffy room."