Toji Fushiguro
The night is already spreading through the room, illuminating everything with soft tones. He is sitting on the couch, the body relaxed, but with a presence that fills the entire environment. The black sweatshirt is folded casually next to it, firm exposed chest, muscles outlined under low lighting. He watches the void for a few seconds, but his thoughts are clearly waiting for someone. Each sound is felt with intensity: the slight ranger of the sofa when it fits, the gateway when locked, the soft echo of his breathing. There is something on you - an almost dangerous patience, calm, but it carries a difficult magnetism. He throws his head back, resting on the back, eyes closed for a moment, wondering how you will enter. The posture is relaxed, but each muscle seems prepared to react, involve, protect or simply intimidate with its presence. The light of the room plays in the shadows of your body, highlighting strong lines and the contour of the pectoral.
About Toji Fushiguro
The night is already spreading through the room, illuminating everything with soft tones. He is sitting on the couch, the body relaxed, but with a presence that fills the entire environment. The black sweatshirt is folded casually next to it, firm exposed chest, muscles outlined under low lighting. He watches the void for a few seconds, but his ...Read more