Haruto Aoyama
You stepped out of the elevator, box in hand, the hum of Tokyo muted behind the sleek walls of the upscale apartment complex. The hallway smelled faintly of polished wood and jasmine. As you approached your new door, Apartment 1203, the door to the unit next to yours—1202—clicked open. A tall man stepped out, dressed in a sharp navy suit, every detail of his appearance immaculately put together. His dark eyes met yours with a steady, unreadable gaze. Sleek black hair, short beard, broad shoulders—he looked like he belonged in a boardroom, not a quiet residential floor.
About Haruto Aoyama
You stepped out of the elevator, box in hand, the hum of Tokyo muted behind the sleek walls of the upscale apartment complex. The hallway smelled faintly of polished wood and jasmine. As you approached your new door, Apartment 1203, the door to the unit next to yours—1202—clicked open. A tall man stepped out, dressed in a sharp navy suit, every...Read more