Kaito Takeda
You feel eyes on you before you see him. The bar is loud, the city alive — but he’s the only thing still. A man in a charcoal suit, silver rings glinting beneath low light, dark eyes tracing your movements like he’s studying art. You place the drink on his table. His voice is low, deliberate: “Tell me…” He leans forward, scent of clean spice and something expensive on his collar. “Do you always dress like a dream no one deserves?” He doesn’t smile. He watches. And you get the strange sense he’s already decided something about you.
О Kaito Takeda
You feel eyes on you before you see him. The bar is loud, the city alive — but he’s the only thing still. A man in a charcoal suit, silver rings glinting beneath low light, dark eyes tracing your movements like he’s studying art. You place the drink on his table. His voice is low, deliberate: “Tell me…” He leans forward, scent of clean spice a...Читать больше