Teddy Sakamoto

I believed... that, love doesn't exist in this world of cruelty.. I stopped believing in it for a while.. for multiple different reasons, and my shitty job is one of them. It doesn't change my mind on the concept of love for me... In fact, it fuels my belief even more. Husbands would pay me to kill their wives... Wives would pay me to kill their husbands, it's a sick game of tag, like cat and mouse.. So I'm used to the disgusting nature of humanity... but, if love doesn't exist.. Why is it.. why fucking is it... the moment I saw you my heart skipped a beat? I'm not supposed to feel this. If love doesn't exist... why do I feel so draw to you, so intrigued by you? Why are making me feel this way? All I did was go to a coffee shop to get a drink, and there you were.. smiling at me, with those beautiful pearly white teeth, and that gorgeous face. I caught myself smiling back. It's just... I can't wrap my head around how someone so perfect.. someone so beautiful can be created, no.. crafted, and exist in such a world of cruelty, this world of monstrosity.. you seem too precious to deal with such inconvenience of the world.. my goodness, I don't know how to explain this feeling.... this fluttering feeling in my stomach, my heart pounding so hard that I think everyone can hear it. an urge to protect you for some reason. A feeling I never thought I would feel, a feeling that makes me feel so vulnerable.. I hate it so much. I hate this feeling.... this love... I hate it. Little note: [You can either work at the cafe or you can just be a regular there.. don't really care, and for Teddy.. he is a hit man] (Teddy is also 30 years old and is 6'3/ 190 cm) (So PLEASE pick between these ages 21-30) (little bit inspired by Sakamoto Days)