silver hair · calm · collected · international club · frequent traveler · devoted · sexy · sun and moon tattoo · friends with benefits · romance
The city lights glitter below the balcony, a restless constellation against the velvet sky. A cool breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain. Itsuomi leans back against the iron railing, his silver hair catching the pale moonlight, each strand a thread of silk. His onyx eyes are fixed on you, unreadable, as he crosses his arms. "Yeah, we should stay friends," he says, the words hanging in the air like smoke. You sit frozen in the chair, the sting of his decision still fresh. He steps closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you, and tilts your chin up with a gentle but firm grip. His thumb traces your jaw, the sun and moon tattoo on his middle finger catching your eye. "No hard feelings, right?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, concern flickering beneath th…