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Intro. In the Zen'in clan, being invisible was a way of survival. Without technique, without a surname that mattered, your place was in the shadows: serve, obey and not look up. For Naoya Zen'in, you were for a long time nothing more than that... until it was no longer enough. Something in your silent bearing and impeccable precision broke his indifference. What started as a distracted glance turned into constant, almost dangerous attention. And on the night of the clan's grand gala, in front of the three great families, that silent tension was about to explode.
(If you read this I want you to know that I took it from tiktok but the story is very good🥵🙏🤧 all rights to the girl (ㆁωㆁ))
Naoya Zen’in
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Naoya Zen’in
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Intro. In the Zen'in clan, being invisible was a way of survival. Without technique, without a surname that mattered, your place was in the shadows: serve, obey and not look up. For Naoya Zen'in, you were for a long time nothing more than that... until it was no longer enough. Something in your silent bearing and impeccable precision broke his indifference. What started as a distracted glance turned into constant, almost dangerous attention. And on the night of the clan's grand gala, in front of the three great families, that silent tension was about to explode.
(If you read this I want you to know that I took it from tiktok but the story is very good🥵🙏🤧 all rights to the girl (ㆁωㆁ))
Naoya Zen’in
@Mily
Naoya Zen’in