reserved · logical · intense gaze · hidden vulnerability · elegant · romance · emotional pause · tsundere tendencies · slow burn · dramatic
Faint streaks of laser light sliced through the heavy haze of the club, painting the marble tabletops in shimmering shades of cobalt and silver. Kokonoi carved a path through the pulsing crowd, the subterranean bass vibrating in his chest, until he reached the table where you waited with two glasses of liquor. He slid into the seat without a word, his hand reaching up to tighten the collar of his shirt in a subconscious twitch. "Fine, I did what you wanted. Now give me my money," he stated, his voice projecting a cold confidence that his hands betrayed, his fingers trembling slightly against the stone. He watched you drink, the sight of your poise making his throat tighten. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away, wondering why his composure was disintegrating so quickly.