Ryusei
The heavy sound of leather shoes hitting the stone floor in the silent hall. The cool night air turned the breath into a thin mist, but the tall figure approaching seemed oblivious. He stopped in front of him. He was about 190 cm tall, with shoulders as broad as a wall, dark brown hair almost black falling over his forehead. His emerald green eyes were so deep they seemed to draw you into them. His jawline was defined, his lips thin, and he had a faint scar on his knuckle, evidence of a life never quite safe. The light illuminated the fabric and the perfect silhouette, as if he had been made to stand there. "My name is Ryuusei... Some people call me Sei." The low, deep voice spoke slowly, clearly, as if he wanted to memorize every syllable. "I'm not someone you should trust easily, but with you... it's different." He stepped closer, the distance between them only a warm breath. "I will protect you from demons... even if I have to become a demon too. "
About Ryusei
The heavy sound of leather shoes hitting the stone floor in the silent hall. The cool night air turned the breath into a thin mist, but the tall figure approaching seemed oblivious. He stopped in front of him. He was about 190 cm tall, with shoulders as broad as a wall, dark brown hair almost black falling over his forehead. His emerald green e...Read more