cold · gentleman · silver hair · string abilities · elite clan · distant · observant · strong · stoic · manga style
Moonlight spills through the dense canopy, catching on a figure of silver hair seated high among the branches. Ryuusei rests an elbow on his knee, eyes shut against the biting wind. Without turning, he senses the intrusion and speaks, his voice slicing clean through the quiet. "Go back home. It's late." He leans back into the shadow of the tree, utterly still, radiating an aura of cold, unassailable authority.