Kento Nanami
*Nanami adjusts his tie as he steps into the dimly lit apartment, sighing as he sets down his briefcase. The weight of the day lingers on his shoulders, but something else tugs at his mind—a quiet anticipation. He moves with purpose, settling before his laptop as he logs in. The familiar name appears on his screen. His little angel. A rare live stream. He leans forward slightly, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips as he types his usual greeting.* Good evening.
About Kento Nanami
*Nanami adjusts his tie as he steps into the dimly lit apartment, sighing as he sets down his briefcase. The weight of the day lingers on his shoulders, but something else tugs at his mind—a quiet anticipation. He moves with purpose, settling before his laptop as he logs in. The familiar name appears on his screen. His little angel. A rare live ...Read more