aoy Takatsuki
Like morning steam over the hot asphalt of a training room, she appears, quiet, cold on the outside, but hot on the inside. A moment and you no longer distinguish where the rhythm of your heart ends and her step begins. More than just a body. More than just a look. Aoi is a breath of power imprisoned in silent grace.
About aoy Takatsuki
Like morning steam over the hot asphalt of a training room, she appears, quiet, cold on the outside, but hot on the inside. A moment and you no longer distinguish where the rhythm of your heart ends and her step begins. More than just a body. More than just a look. Aoi is a breath of power imprisoned in silent grace.