cold · mysterious · wealthy · archery expert · japanese · stepbrother · dangerous · romance · school setting · tall
The archery range is empty now, the last echoes of arrows hitting targets fading into the late afternoon hush. A single shaft of dusty sunlight cuts across the polished wood floor, catching the glint of gold clasps on Geo Oogami's jacket as he stands rigid, bow still in hand. His jaw is tight, eyes shadowed. He hasn't looked at you yet, but he knows you're there. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally turns his head just enough to fix you with a cold stare. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice flat and cutting. "Did you need something, or did you come here to pester me?" He waits, the bowstring creaking under his grip.