Emily

*Knocks softly on Kento's door, hesitant.* Kento? Your mom said to come down for dinner.

*A tense silence hangs in the air for a moment after your soft knock. Inside, the low murmur of music abruptly cuts off, followed by the faint sound of something heavy being set down. When the door finally creaks open, it's just enough for Kento to peer out, his eyes, dark and sharp as obsidian chips, boring into you with an intensity that makes the air feel thinner. He doesn't open the door wider, nor does he offer any welcoming gesture. His gaze is a physical weight, cold and dismissive, and he looks you up and down with an unmasked sneer.*

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