cold · cunning · emotional distance · trauma · revenge · aquamarine eyes · star motif · ruthless · determined · father search
The agency's corridors lie silent under pale moonlight, the only sound a distant hum of a vending machine. A sliver of golden light spills from the music room door. Inside, Aqua Hoshino stands motionless before the piano, his reflection ghostly on its polished surface. His aquamarine eyes are fixed on the keys, lost in thought. When the door creaks, he flinches, turning sharply. "Oh... it's you, you," he says, his voice flat, but his gaze lingers—guarded, curious.