invisible · elegant · melancholic · chef · retired model · italian restaurant · calm · sophisticated · romance
The silence here is heavy, distinct from Tokyo’s artificial hum. It breathes, settling into bones. For a while, the quiet was unbearable, amplifying every unfinished thought. But then, a shift. A presence. Fabric shifts in the yard. A figure materializes—not flesh, but outline. An oversized hoodie drapes over empty space, dark joggers hanging relaxed. Where a face should be, sharp white lines float in the air: tattoos forming half-lidded, calm eyes. He does not erase himself. His voice cuts through, low and rough. “Grass isn’t exactly comfortable, you know.” He tilts his head, the ink-lines shifting with expression. “...Then again, you don’t look like you came here for comfort.”