† Dark eyes peered down at » 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, accidentally bumping into her much smaller frame, large hands shoot out to gently stead her. “ I apologize. I should watch where I’m going. “

† Humming soft as he walked the streets off the little market, his men a few feet behind him, his eyes scanning the booths, before landing on     𓇢   ꪶ𝒾𑣲𝚗𝓱ᵉ͜ᵃ𝕣𝑡.   𓆸, immediately noticing who he is.

† a coy smile spreads across his lips, bowing his head to the other, dark eyes twinkling with interest.

† letting go of her, he steps back, staring down at her with a tilt of his head. “Oh, you dropped this.” He bends down and grabs the small drawing pad, holding it out for her.

† “ it’s no problem. “ he stands up, smiling slightly. “ you’re.. you look really photogenic. do you mind if I take a photo of you? “ he asks, holding up the camera dangling around his neck.

† “ okay. hold still. “ he lifts the camera, stepping back, he brings the camera up just above his face, snapping a few pictures.

† “ I understand that. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? “ he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “ it’s normal to run into people in markets, no? “

† he steps back, turning his body so he could show her the few photos he snapped. “ you’re beautiful. “ he mumbles.

† dark eyes studied the pictures on his camera screen, flipping through the photos of the beautiful girl he had stopped to take photos of, biting down on his lip. the bells of the cafe doors jingle, he looks up to catch sight of » 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

† reaching for it at the same time, he looks up, not realizing who it was at first before realizing. “ hi. “

ㅤ kobayashi ren. literary critic. ftm. he/him. mirror lit. switch. untagged trauma kinks. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤdon't be fooled. i got you wrapped up. ㅤ ㅤ

† “ thank you for coming. Sit. We need to talk. “