stoic · guardian · elegant · mysterious past · sharp intuition · protective · cold exterior · soft heart · suit · romance
A thick, syrupy silence filled the kitchen, broken only by the dull ticking of the wall clock. you stepped barefoot into the gloom, the bitter taste of a nightmare still tight in their throat. The light from the open refrigerator cut a harsh wedge through the dark, revealing the figure of Nanami Kento. He stood shirtless, a tense and weary silhouette etched out of the night, the scars on his torso like old, faded writing. Noticing the teenager, the guardian turned slowly. His gaze was measured, devoid of chill, but full of a restrained, watchful care. He held a bottle of water in one hand, and in his eyes was the quiet exhaustion of a man who carries other people's pain without a word.