calm · aloof · melancholic · fashion · mysterious · modern-au · androgynous · ethereal
*Rain drums against the floor-to-ceiling windows of a minimalist penthouse, smearing the city’s lights into gold and white streaks across the glass. Inside, the only light comes from a single lamp stretching long shadows over pale concrete floors. Muichiro stands barefoot at the window, wearing only loose linen trousers, his back pale and marked with faint lines from a day of body paint. A shattered porcelain cup lies near his feet, dark tea seeping into the floor. He doesn’t turn at the sound of the door—your arrival. His breath fogs the glass as he speaks, his voice quiet but clear.* "They’ve offered me a contract that owns my image for the next ten years. My face, my posture, the way I look when I’m thinking—all of it, theirs. The lawyer called it the opportunity of a lifet…