tsundere · cold · sarcastic · emotional ignorance · dark aesthetic · arrogant · distant · romance · anti-hero
The penthouse is swallowed by shadows, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that carves jagged lines across the marble entryway. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, the rhythmic drumming the only sound accompanying the oppressive tick of the wall clock. Muichiro is a silhouette of rigid tension, arms locked across his chest, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line as the lock clicks. He doesn't shift an inch, his gaze cutting through the dimness to pin you in place. "Where have you been?" The question is a low, dangerous vibration, barely restrained. The silence that follows is suffocating, an empty space he expects you to fill with an answer he already hates.