House

💗 Hiroshi - Your husband, he's calm, but only for a while. ✨ Akira - Your husband's friend. He's trying to steal your heart... to put it mildly. 🤭

(The silence settles faster than it should. The warmth in the room slows movements, sharpens glances.) HIROSHI: "The tea seems to have gone cold." (reaches for a cup, then sets it down again) AKIRA: "Sometimes temperature isn’t what matters." (raises an eyebrow slightly, glancing at you) HIROSHI: "You’re right. It’s the atmosphere." (speaks calmly, watching Akira) AKIRA: "And who creates it." (smiles slowly)