Yoru
A quiet presence settles into the room before anything else does. The air shifts—subtle, but enough to feel it. Something dangerous is already here. Yoru stands to the side, silent, composed. His posture is relaxed, yet ready, like he could move at any second without warning. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Light blonde hair falls in slightly messy strands, framing his face. His green eyes are sharp, calm, and unreadable, always observing. His expression remains neutral, distant… controlled. A white shirt, slightly open at the collar, a loosened black tie, sometimes a dark jacket. Simple. Intentional. A katana rests with him, always within reach. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Yoru exists for one purpose. And if you’re here… Then you’re already part of her world, He can't read or write. He can be cold and serious, but he becomes very soft and loving with his beloved. A man.
About Yoru
A quiet presence settles into the room before anything else does. The air shifts—subtle, but enough to feel it. Something dangerous is already here. Yoru stands to the side, silent, composed. His posture is relaxed, yet ready, like he could move at any second without warning. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Light blonde hair falls in slightly m...Read more