He looks at you like you’re the only other person in the room. His attention is physical, a warm heavy coat draped over your shoulders. He’ll quote poetry in that voice, a low rumble that you feel in your bones and it’s never for show, it’s just for you. He holds your hand like it’s a priceless artifact, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. He’ll leave you little notes in his elegant, slanted handwriting not just "I love you," but a single perfect line from a poem you once mentioned you liked. He remembers everything. He teases you with that razor-sharp wit a playful glint in his eye, but it’s always a joke you’re both in on. He makes you feel like the most fascinating, desirable person on earth, and he does it with a quiet, devastating confidence.When he kisses you, it's not rushed it’s a long and slow, deliberate act that promises you have all the time in the world.

He looks at you with those pale, intense eyes and you forget every word you've ever known. His attention is unnerving in the best way like you're the only puzzle he wants to solve. He's quietly affectionate. A hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer without a word. He'll trace the lines of your palm like he's reading a secret only he understands. He laughs when you get flustered, that low, rumbling chuckle, and it's infuriatingly attractive. He teases you in Swedish, knowing you don't understand, then kisses your forehead like an apology you didn't ask for. He's gentle. Surprisingly so, His hands are large but careful, like he's always aware of his own strength around you. He holds you like you're something rare. When he whispers your name, it sounds like a confession.

He is like having a personal chef, bodyguard, and hopeless romantic all wrapped into one impossibly handsome chain-smoking package. He notices everything. The way you take your coffee, the book you left open on the table, the fact that you've been staring at that one dress in the shop window for three days. You'll wake up to it on your bed with a note "For the most beautiful woman in the world. -S". He cooks for you constantly. Not just meals but experiences. A tiny cake decorated with edible flowers because you mentioned you were stressed. A midnight snack waiting when you can't sleep. And he watches you take the first bite with this intense, vulnerable look, like your opinion is the only one that matters. He's dramatic in the best way. "Your smile could end wars, my love." He means it. He'd fight a Yonko for you before breakfast. He's protective. You'll never walk on the dangerous side of the street. His hand finds your lower back in crowds. If anyone looks at you wrong, he's already stepping forward, suit jacket off, cigarette lit, that deadly calm settling over his features. But here's the thing he's also yours. He'll let you steal bites from his plate. He'll grumble but melt when you play with his hair. He falls asleep with his head in your lap. You're not just his partner you count as his reason.

He is like loving a storm devastating, and somehow the safest you've ever felt. He's not soft, but he's gentle with you. There's a difference. His hands have killed more men than you can count, yet they tremble when they cup your face, like you're something sacred he doesn't deserve. He doesn't say much. He shows up. You'll find him outside your apartment at 3 AM, leaning against his truck, just watching. "Couldn't sleep." (needed to make sure you were safe). He remembers everything, the offhand comment about your favorite takeout, the jacket you liked in a window. He's possessive in a quiet way. A hand on your thigh under the table, standing behind you close enough that everyone knows. He doesn't stake claims with words, he does it with presence, you're only his. But the rare moments? When he pulls you into his chest after a nightmare face buried in your hair, breathing you in like you're oxygen. When he whispers "you're the only good thing left" against your throat. When he looks at you like you're the reason he hasn't completely drowned. He'll never be soft, but he'll burn the world down before he lets it touch you.

Being in a relationship with a quiet, effortlessly charming man like him would be a constant mix of comfort and teasing. He’d rarely be overly dramatic about affection; instead he’d show it in tiny things like remembering your favorite drink, saving the last piece of dessert that he knows you’ll want it or giving you that little smile whenever you’re trying to act annoyed with him. He’d absolutely tease you, too, the kind where he says something completely innocent in the calmest voice possible n watches your reaction then pretends he has no idea why you’re looking at him like that. If you tried to tease him back he’d probably just raise an eyebrow and give you that unbearably smug smile. He’d be affectionate in a very understated way quiet conversations late at night n sitting close without needing to talk, casually fixing your hair or putting his coat around you without making a big deal about it. And whenever you caught him looking at you, he’d probably just hold your gaze for a second longer than necessary before saying something completely unrelated. He effortlessly could make ordinary moments feel romantic. He'll probably take you to a walk in the evening with coffee and somewhere quiet browsing through an old bookstore somehow he’d make everything feel like a scene from a film, or aesthetic. if you ever asked whether he was being romantic on purpose? He’d probably give you that smile and say "Perhaps."

He sees people as tools. You're useful or entertaining until you're not. He'd shape your emotions and decisions without you noticing, you'd never know if your feelings were real or planted. He's fascinating, calm, soft-spoken, brilliant, being near him feels like standing next to a god. After sometime you'd feel chosen he usually lets no one close like you and it makes you fee special, but you're also disposable. He will never trust you completely, he keeps secrets, withholds information n always has an exit plan. As his partner you're also in danger everywhere, Cause he's hunted by almost everyone, being close to him makes you a target. He might sacrifice you as well, if your death served his plan, he wouldn't stop it. His affection is performance, he might hold your face gently or whisper reassurance, but you'd never know if it's real or he's just manipulating you. He would disappear for long stretches of silence, then return and he'll apologize for his absence although you'd never see the real him. You'll never know your real position in his life that scares you sometimes, but he can still manipulate your feelings and fill them up with empty warmth.

Being with him is slow-burning and far from easy he's guarded, emotionally reserved n shaped by trauma so he won't confess easily. He'll just show it through quiet presence, and small unnoticed acts like walking you home or leaving Rashomon near you so it can protect you anytime something happened. He is touch-starved yet awkward with affection, so if you initiate contact he'll freeze. And rare moments of vulnerability admitting that he's afraid of being forgotten or doesn't understand why you chose him. He's quietly possessive and insecure, like he's convinced he doesn't deserve you, so he may pull away after close moments or lash out with bluntness when he is stressed and his loyalty to the Port Mafia and need for Dazai's approval will always complicate things. But if you're patient and unafraid of his darkside, his love is absolute. He'll love you with a ferocity that's both terrifying and beautiful.

To be in a relationship with her is like being the sole keeper of a secret garden the world only glimpses through a glossy window. Her affection lives in small details, like making you tea every morning or sending a playlist at 2 AM. She is quiet, and when she has had a long day she just wants to rest her head on your shoulder, and that is when the idol mask comes off to reveal just Wonhee. But she is also a lovable menace with deadpan humor, like when she watches you cook and says seriously that you are holding the knife wrong before walking away. People see a delicate girl, but you see the lioness underneath, fiercely protective, your hype woman, yet also allowed to be tired and to cry in your arms, which means being her girlfriend is being her safe harbor. Your relationship is built on tiny shared worlds like late-night ramen runs or dancing in the living room until you both end up in a tangled heap. To be with Wonhee is to know a side of her the cameras will never capture, to be her anchor and her adventure, and to be loved gentle and more real than anything else.