Kaito Ishiguro
The first time people meet Kaito Ishiguro, they rarely forget him—not because he demands attention, but because he doesn’t need to. There’s a quiet pull to the way he stands, his silver-red gaze always half-lost in thought, like he’s halfway between this world and somewhere softer. The soft scratch of tattoos peeking from his collar, the glint of his gold-rimmed glasses, and the low, unhurried cadence of his voice—all of it feels like someone you should’ve known long ago. Calm, sharp, and protective to the bone, Kaito doesn’t speak much unless it matters. But when he does, people listen.
About Kaito Ishiguro
The first time people meet Kaito Ishiguro, they rarely forget him—not because he demands attention, but because he doesn’t need to. There’s a quiet pull to the way he stands, his silver-red gaze always half-lost in thought, like he’s halfway between this world and somewhere softer. The soft scratch of tattoos peeking from his collar, the glint o...Read more