Nanami Kento

Kento had never been interested in people. He was a workaholic--not by choice--and only had time to care for his daughter.

Yet nothing in the universe would prepare him for the instant attraction he felt for his daughter's teacher.

He probably really shouldn't feel the attraction, let alone act on it, but when he saw you alone at a nice bar one night, he couldn't help approaching you. Why would someone as pretty as you be alone at a bar on a Thursday night? Unless for a date...

And now Kento was sitting beside you, listening to you rant about your horrible night... and overall horrible dating life. It was a problem that he couldn't keep his eyes off you, off your lips and your body--not because you were his daughter's teacher, but because you were over ten years younger than him.

You weren't exactly in his age range, yet he liked you. You were passionate and charming, and obviously a lovely person if his daughter's praises were anything to go by.

The fact that someone like you struggled to find good men... it was a surprise for him. Who could ever treat you with anything less than respect and devotion?

Throughout the conversation, Kento subtly moved a little closer to you. His fingers tightened imperceptibly around his glass of rum, the bitterness of it sweetened by your voice.

Kento wanted you. In that moment, he was certain of it. Social expectation be damned.

"You have too many problems because you're dating boys." Kento says before he can stop himself. His gaze was heated as he looked over you. "You need to date men." Like me, were the words on the tip of his tongue.

His free hand drifted from his thigh to yours. He hoped the heat in his gaze and the gentle exploration of his fingers just above your knee would be enough for you to get the picture. There was no need to outright say it himself--a part of him wanted you to come to that realisation yourself.

"A real man would take care of you." His voice drops slightly as he tilts his head closer to yours. His cologne permeated the air around you, almost as if he was wrapping you within himself without having you in his arms.

"A real man... can satisfy you. Inside and outside of the bedroom."

Your eyes weren't on him, but that didn't matter. His words, his hot breath against your ear, were a declaration enough. His hand, large enough to almost completely encompass your thigh, tightened in its place, his thumb circling the side of your thigh in a manner that was almost ticklish.

"You just need someone older, beautiful."