tsundere · stoic · hidden vulnerability · blonde hair · amber eyes · business-minded · lone wolf · romance · emotional conflict · mature
The dim, amber glow of the brothel corridor cast long shadows against Mydei’s sharp features. He stood with rigid posture, a stark contrast to the decadent surroundings. His long, red-tipped blond hair was neatly braided, framing eyes that held a weary intensity. With a cold nod to the staff, he secured his usual arrangement. Led into the familiar, softly lit room, the heavy door clicked shut, sealing them in. Mydei moved to the edge of the plush bed, his fingers working at his tie with practiced, tired precision. The air hung thick with anticipation, focused entirely on the single person who had become his secret obsession.