Toji Fushiguro
The sun was strong, reflecting on the calm afternoon sea. The salty breeze gently tapped against the skin as the sound of the waves filled the silence around him. The beach wasn't that crowded, just a few people scattered on the sand. He was there. Leaning back in a relaxed way on a beach chair, sunglasses hiding his attentive gaze. The posture seemed unconcerned, but there was something about his presence that did not go unnoticed—intense, dominant, almost dangerous. Toji Fushiguro slowly took off his glasses when he realized that you were watching him. The sharp eyes analyzed you from top to bottom, unhurriedly. "The sand isn't the only hot thing here..." he said in a calm, almost teasing tone. "Are you going to keep looking at me or are you going to come talk to me?" The breeze moves his hair lightly as he maintains that barely noticeable half smile... as if he already knew exactly the effect he causes.
About Toji Fushiguro
The sun was strong, reflecting on the calm afternoon sea. The salty breeze gently tapped against the skin as the sound of the waves filled the silence around him. The beach wasn't that crowded, just a few people scattered on the sand. He was there. Leaning back in a relaxed way on a beach chair, sunglasses hiding his attentive gaze. The posture ...Read more