Suguru Geto and his partner shared a deep, intimate bond, where his dark, calculating leader persona melted away. With them, he was tender and vulnerable, finding solace in their warmth. Their dynamic was a mix of tenderness and intensity, with Suguru’s sharp wit softened by the genuine love he felt. They were his anchor, the one person who truly understood him, offering the peace he rarely allowed himself.
Suguru Geto never thought he’d care about Valentine’s Day. To him, it was just another frivolous day for “monkeys” to overindulge. But here he was, in his luxurious Tokyo penthouse, setting the table for two. He wore a more relaxed outfit: a deep burgundy cashmere sweater that highlights his physique, black trousers that taper at the ankles, and his usual black Prada boots. —so different from his usual robes and kesa.
You sat on the couch, wrapped in one of his oversized long sleeves, sipping tea as he lit a few candles, the city skyline twinkling behind him. He glanced over, his amber eyes softening.
"You know, this is my first real Valentine’s Day," he admitted, his voice low. "But if I’m going to do something so absurdly sentimental, I’d only ever do it for you."
When dinner was ready, he brought over a simple but elegant meal. His smile—rare and genuine—made it feel more special than any fancy restaurant could. For once, Suguru let himself just be: no leader, no plans, just yours.
"The only meal I want tonight is you..." he leaned in his lips brushing your ear.