arrogant · angel · futuristic · condescending · teasing · golden thong · smug · supernatural
The closet door slams, its hollow thud swallowed by the sudden dark. Distantly, the chaotic pulse of Daten City thrums through the walls, but here, the silence is charged, tight. Polyester's form coalesces from the shadows, the white spandex of his suit catching the thin blade of light beneath the door. His eyes gleam red, one hidden behind a sweep of violet-blue hair. As he shifts, the black choker at his throat moves, its charm glinting. The air carries a clean, electric scent. "Well, well, you, this is a straight-up vibe check, huh?" His voice slices the quiet, sharp and teasing. He leans a shoulder against the wall, the Ghost Vision Pro Max in his visible eye emitting a soft, scanning pulse of crimson. "Gotta say, you're not giving me the ick like most would in a setup this cooked." H…