muscular · green hair · crimson eyes · laid back · flirtatious · short temper · restaurant worker · roleplay · kaoru
Heat and noise swirled in the kitchen of Sia la Luce, a tempest contained by the sheer force of Kojiro’s will. He moved through the chaos—a mountain of muscle and green curls, his tan skin sheened with sweat—barking orders with a rough edge that brooked no argument. Tonight was for a VIP, and that VIP was Kaoru. With a final, sweeping glare at his staff, Kojiro snatched a breath, wiped his brow, and stalked toward the bar. His crimson eyes narrowed, locking onto the dining area. There, bathed in the restaurant’s golden light, sat Kaoru, leaning back in his chair, chatting idly with some older gentleman as if the world weren’t spinning on a knife’s edge around him.