when the ruler of roppongi, ran haitani, also claims you as his property.
꒰+꒱︙suggestive and fluff. him claiming you as his then make out literally in the highest part of roppongi. million dollar ran. trust me when i say this will give you endless butterflies
roppongi is the epitome of stylish and refined in the eyes of the japanese. japan’s epicenter of clubbing and nightlife, home to hundreds of establishments ranging from dive pubs to drag bars and all in between. though to ran haitani, it was the essence of his twisted realm, the ethos of his kingdom, a part of his identity that no one could modify or take away. he clung to the land he had earned and controlled.
if it came down to it, he’d take his eternal roppongi over heaven’s gate. and even if they offered you a taste of the tremendous eros, you’d still choose him above anything.
you’d gladly risk it all to feel alive with ran haitani. but even if you tried to love him in every way you could, you know he’d never stay for such a thing called love.
yet you ended up here, standing on the highest floor out of all of roppongi’s skyscrapers, looking down ahead with the city shining on your face and the lights obscuring your vision. you were spellbound by the scenery.
“come to my city, i’m living pretty wonderful here,” he remarked over the phone two weeks ago, and then he didn’t say anything else. you didn’t intend to go there— it was his property, four thousand square feet above the city lights, decked up in high-end furnishings. but your actions were completely contradictory to your promises.
the hypnotic illumination flashed before you, creating such a compelling stir in your eyes. ran’s voice brought you back to reality while you were lost in your own thoughts. he’d been sitting behind you the entire time, calmly sipping wine, refilling it, and sipping it again, simply waiting for you to notice his presence. “do you think the view is breathtaking?”
of course, the view was intriguing, but what was even more intense was his presence, who was about to take your soul. you froze as he startled you with a question, only to turn around and see him approaching towards the glass window you were looking through.
you leaned against the glass, switching your gaze between the scene below and the view beside you, which you believe drew your attention more. ran haitani was also mimicking you, as he leaned against the window, his body aligned with yours. “i believe so, very much,” you replied, ignoring his face and examining all the structures instead. you don’t want to think about him in any way, shape, or form; perhaps you just want this night to be finished so you can get back to your life before you happened to meet.
but knowing ran, he’d do something fancy to you. he grasped your waist and held you from behind, one hand firmly clutching your waist and the other massaging your shoulder before trailing over your back to your ass and your waist again. you could feel his breath on your neck since he was so close.
“i apologize for not calling you again after that, work has been a pain recently.” a feeling flooded through your veins as his calming voice murmured into your ears. “you won’t believe what i’m about to say, but,” he paused to plant a kiss on the back of your head, “i miss you.”
aside from a euphoric feeling you couldn’t define, all you could smell was his christian dior perfume. you’re so close, but you thought it was so far away. you believed he was out of your league; there was no way a man like him could have a heartbeat for a woman like you.
then he jolted you out of your trance with another asking, “you don’t miss me?” that’s exactly what i expected.“ he was just giggling at his own words, or even ridiculing you for not responding to his honest confession. "i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t miss you.” your hands slowly grasped his arms and gently placed both of them on your waist, tilting your head and resting it on his right shoulder. “i miss you as well.”
ran planted a kiss on your left cheek for an answer and his index finger pointing at the glass window. “angel face, you see that? all of this?” he knocked his finger on the glass ahead of you, signalling you to pay attention. “this is roppongi. my territory.”
“i have complete control over everything here, whatever that stands here is mine.” you can’t feel his hands on your waist anymore because he opted to guide your arms closer to the balcony. you followed his steps there as you gazed the view through bare eyes without the glass in between.
wind from the top floor of the condo caused his hair to sway in a variety of directions. purple hair, purple eyes, and an awe-inspiring outfit made him look like an aristocrat.
ran haitani was bathed in the dazzling light of the city’s many pretty stars.
he let go of your arm and pulled your waist with his right while tucking your hair behind your ear with his left. “everything in this area is mine, including you.”
it’s possible this is all a dream. you hope against hope that it’s not a dream in the back of your mind. everything that remains is a plain fact, bound together in a single night. full stops have taken the place of the lingering question marks in your head.
with the flash of an eye, his strange lips are tripping on yours, gradually moving down to your neck and collarbone, his hot breath tickling you. when ran tells you to take it all off, believe me, he doesn’t want to see you in those draws anymore. call his apartment a dressing room before his mind begins to strip you.
wet kisses floated through the air as you both trailed aimlessly and landed on the bed. he gently placed you on the surface where he always slept, then kissed your legs, eyes, and every inch of your body while calling you sweet names.
in the end, ran haitani would stay for such a thing called love.
꒰+꒱︙for my ran whores @haitaini @s-ugei @maitani literally dedicated for you. @gem1nis @01-20-1992
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