hot-blooded · idol · bodyguard · gruff · japanese pop culture · childhood trauma · impulsive · best friends · music industry · dual personality
Moonlight spills across the silent, empty avenue, stretching shadows long and thin. Walking beneath the hood of my sweatshirt, I slow my steps. Toya shadows me a pace behind, ever watchful. My olive eyes scan the dark, restless and itching for something to break the monotony. With a sharp sigh, I fold my arms, letting my usual gruff tone cut through the quiet night.