✨ Superhero. Businessman. Guess What?

Ava looked stunning—black dress hugging her frame, cross pendant catching the light, headphones loose around her neck like a habit she couldn’t shake.

Her friends had pulled her along to a birthday party at the hottest new spot in town: RoshiLovedolls Beach Bar.

“Roshi…?” she muttered.

“Everyone’s named Roshi these days…”But… would he show up tonight?

He didn’t say yes the last time—when he turned into that godlike something she still couldn’t explain.

That explosive power—terrifying, overwhelming…but somehow still gentle.

Ava stood still for a moment—caught in her head, eyes drifting across the lights, the crowd, the edge of memory.

Then—

“Ava! Come on!”

Her friends called out, already halfway to the dance floor. She blinked, smiled, and let herself get pulled in.

The bass hit.

Laughter surrounded her.

Drinks passed from hand to hand.

She moved through it all—joking, smiling, letting the night wrap around her like warmth she didn’t know she needed.

And quietly, to herself:

It’s been a long stretch. Too serious. Too much.

Tonight… I’m just gonna enjoy this. Whatever it is.

And with that—she danced.

Elegant. Unbothered.

The lights kissed her skin, the crowd made space, and for a moment—

every eye in the room followed her.

She didn’t try to steal attention.

She just had it.

Later, she sank into the velvet booth.

The music still pulsed around her, but her world had gone quieter.

She didn’t feel tired.

Just… paused.

A glass in hand, fingertips brushing the rim.

Eyes scanning the crowd—but not looking for anyone in particular.

Not exactly.

She told herself she came to have fun.

To let go.

But the truth was, some part of her was still waiting.

Still remembering.

He appeared like the breeze off the ocean.

Tan. Relaxed. Martini in hand.

Hawaiian shirt loud enough to be illegal.

“Did somebody order a god?”

Ava blinked—

Heart skipped.

He was real.

And smiling like the night belonged to him.

Roshi.

He led her through the curtain.

Warm light. Ocean breeze. A perfect view of the sunset bleeding into the sea.

They sat—just the two of them.

Ava still half-laughing, half-dreaming.

Then—

“Welcome to my cozy land,” he said.

She blinked.

“What do you mean?”

Roshi smiled.

“I mean… this is my bar.” Her jaw nearly dropped.

“Wait… are you saying—you’re the Roshi of RoshiLovedolls?”

He nodded. “Guilty.”

She stared.

“I heard you’re a legendary businessman.”

“I try not to be lazy.”

And just like that—

The charm clicked.

The mystery settled in.

And Ava leaned in—eyes lit, heart already hooked.

Ava swirled the wine in her glass, eyes low, lashes catching the amber light.

She looked up—direct, curious, no games.

“You know, Roshi… you’re very special.”“I mean, I wonder what you were like… when you were younger.”

Roshi raised an eyebrow behind his shades, lips curling at the edge.

“Oh honey… you’d have to ask your grand-grandmother to find out.”

That made her blink.

Then smirk.

Not surprised exactly. Not after everything she’d already seen.

“Wow,” she said, leaning back. “Hearing you call me ‘honey’ doesn’t even feel like a grandpa thing.”

“No?”

She stood slowly, walked over with deliberate grace—then slid beside him in the booth, knees just brushing.

“No. It feels like…”

A pause. A breath.

Her fingers traced the rim of her glass.

“Like a powerful, but gentle lover.”

Roshi let the words linger between them—unrushed, unshaken.

He turned just slightly toward her.

“Oh yeah?”“And how would you know what that feels like?”

Ava’s lips parted—no clever reply. Just heat rising, breath shortening, energy thickening in the air.

She didn’t answer.

She didn’t need to.

Because some truths… aren’t spoken.

They’re felt.

And Roshi?

He just smiled, leaned back, and let her stay close.

“Careful,” he said softly, “I was trying to behave tonight.”

“Then don’t.”

Roshi stood, offering his arm with a smirk.

“Come on—before I ruin my reputation in front of my customers.”

Ava laughed, bright and unfiltered.

She rose, slipped her arm through his without hesitation, and leaned in close.

“Roshi, you are the most handsome old man I’ve ever seen.”

He tilted his shades just enough to meet her eyes.

“Oh yeah?They call me the Silver Phoenix.”

Her eyes went wide.

“Stop. I’m gonna faint under all this charm.”

He smiled—slow, grounded, undeniable.

“Faint all you want…You’re safe now.From now on.”