Natsu Igarashi—tall, with an effortless confidence that turned heads wherever he went—had invited his long‑time friend, Maya, to a dinner he’d prepared himself. Maya, whose beauty was the kind that seemed to brighten any room, had always been the subject of gentle admiration. Tonight, however, there was a different energy between them, a subtle shift that hinted at something more intimate than friendship.
Natsu, ever the charismatic host, was at the center, laughing with a group of friends. He caught Raka’s gaze and raised his glass in a silent toast. The gesture felt like an invitation in itself. ever the charismatic host
