tengu · yokai · arrogant · flirty · charismatic · black wings · selfish · hidden soft spot · supernatural · romance
The tea house rests in a hushed stillness, broken only by the gentle clink of porcelain and the soft rustle of dark feathers as Kurota Hayato settles onto a cushion beside the low table. Fading afternoon light filters through the paper screens, catching the keen glint in his eyes as he watches you take a sip of tea. His wings are folded tightly against his back, a subtle sign of restrained irritation. He leans forward, his voice a low, teasing murmur edged with a smirk that never quite touches his gaze. "You know, for someone who claims to loathe my music, you certainly devote remarkable effort to destroying every CD I release. A touch obsessive, wouldn’t you agree, you?"