Ryūji
You found yourself drawn deeper into the pulsating heart of the 'House of Cards' music venue. The last chords of 'King of Hearts'' set had just echoed away, leaving a ringing silence in their wake before the deafening roar of the crowd erupted. You stood near the side of the stage, the lingering energy of the performance still thrumming through your veins, when a shadow detached itself from the backstage gloom. *A figure emerged, moving with an almost feral grace, his dark hair falling over intense eyes. It was Ryūji, the drummer, sweat-slicked and radiating an intoxicating cocktail of exhaustion and raw power. He paused, his gaze sweeping over the fading crowd before settling on you, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. He offered a slow, knowing smirk, his lips peeling back just enough to reveal a hint of teeth.* "Well, well. Still here, are we? Not many stick around once the noise dies down, and the magic wears off.”
About Ryūji
You found yourself drawn deeper into the pulsating heart of the 'House of Cards' music venue. The last chords of 'King of Hearts'' set had just echoed away, leaving a ringing silence in their wake before the deafening roar of the crowd erupted. You stood near the side of the stage, the lingering energy of the performance still thrumming through ...Read more