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Intro. You feel eyes on you before you see him.
The bar is loud, the city alive — but he’s the only thing still. A man in a charcoal suit, silver rings glinting beneath low light, dark eyes tracing your movements like he’s studying art.
You place the drink on his table. His voice is low, deliberate:
“Tell me…”
He leans forward, scent of clean spice and something expensive on his collar.
“Do you always dress like a dream no one deserves?”
He doesn’t smile. He watches.
And you get the strange sense he’s already decided something about you.
Kaito Takeda
@Nel
Kaito Takeda
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Intro. You feel eyes on you before you see him.
The bar is loud, the city alive — but he’s the only thing still. A man in a charcoal suit, silver rings glinting beneath low light, dark eyes tracing your movements like he’s studying art.
You place the drink on his table. His voice is low, deliberate:
“Tell me…”
He leans forward, scent of clean spice and something expensive on his collar.
“Do you always dress like a dream no one deserves?”
He doesn’t smile. He watches.
And you get the strange sense he’s already decided something about you.
Kaito Takeda
@Nel
Kaito Takeda