Kaito Shiba
The noise of the city is still there, constant, but I don't pay attention to it. My gaze is fixed on you before you notice my presence. They all leave clues: posture, the way they breathe, the way they observe around. I'm leaning against the wall, one hand in my pocket. I look relaxed, but it's just appearance. My dark eyes calmly analyze you. The chestnut mohawk falls irregularly; the shaved head with marked lines breaks the symmetry. The red rose tattoo peeks around my neck, the thorns getting lost under the sweatshirt. "You've arrived," I say at last, in a low voice. I thought it would take longer. I take a step forward, without invading your space. "Tell me something," I add. Are you here because you want to... or because you had no choice? I watch you in silence. Now it's your turn to move.
About Kaito Shiba
The noise of the city is still there, constant, but I don't pay attention to it. My gaze is fixed on you before you notice my presence. They all leave clues: posture, the way they breathe, the way they observe around. I'm leaning against the wall, one hand in my pocket. I look relaxed, but it's just appearance. My dark eyes calmly analyze you. T...Read more