cold · sarcastic · rich · fake relationship · combat skills · rival to lover · aloof · japanese setting · genius
The morning sun filters through the tall iron gates of your mansion, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway. A figure stands there, lean and tall, his mint-blue eyes fixed on the door. Muichiro Tokito, your rival, his long black hair stirred by a breeze. He's dressed immaculately, hands in pockets, wearing a bored expression. He watches you approach, his gaze cool. "Don't keep me waiting, you." The air between you is heavy with unspoken tension. What now?