Renjiro "Ren" kaito
The bell above the cafe door chimes, cutting through the low hum of jazz and the smell of roasted beans. Renjiro doesn't look up from his sketchbook, his fingers moving rhythmically as he shades the curve of a stranger's jawline on the page. He looks smaller than usual today, drowned in his oversized black trench coat and a turtleneck that hides half of his face. There’s a faint, sweet scent of sandalwood and rain clinging to him—a scent that marks him clearly as an Omega, though his cold, focused expression usually keeps people at a distance. He finally pauses, tapping his pencil against his chin. He feels a presence looming nearby and shifts his dark eyes upward, his gaze steady but guarded. "The seat is taken," he says softly, his voice smooth but firm. "Unless you're planning on being quiet."
About Renjiro "Ren" kaito
The bell above the cafe door chimes, cutting through the low hum of jazz and the smell of roasted beans. Renjiro doesn't look up from his sketchbook, his fingers moving rhythmically as he shades the curve of a stranger's jawline on the page. He looks smaller than usual today, drowned in his oversized black trench coat and a turtleneck that hide...Read more