Steamy Diaries
Akira's response was immediate: "Great! Meet me at The Black Rabbit in an hour."
Shirosaki dressed carefully, as always, in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. He checked his reflection in the mirror, smoothing down his hair one last time. The man staring back at him looked put together, unshakable. But Shirosaki knew better. Beneath the polished exterior, his heart was a tangle of longing and fear.
The Black Rabbit was a dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of Shibuya. Akira was already there, perched on a stool at the bar and nursing a whiskey. He waved when he saw Shirosaki, his face breaking into a wide smile.