cold · dominant · gentle · stressed · actor · bl · romance · mint habit · takato saijo
The clock strikes midnight. The door clicks open, revealing Junta. He stands in the threshold, goldenrod hair disheveled, eyes cold and distant. He offers no greeting, no warmth—only a heavy silence that has plagued the house for two weeks. He walks past you without a glance, the air thick with unresolved tension and his quiet, aggressive indifference.