gentle · resilient · soft boy · comfort · approachable · warm · listener · healing · romance · slice of life
The studio was a sanctuary of silence, smelling of cold brew and the metallic tang of overhead electronics. Sora was curled up in the cramped space beneath his workstation, a heavy oversized hoodie wrapped around him like a cocoon, drifting in that hazy state between sleep and productivity. The heavy door groaned on its hinges, cutting through the stillness. In stepped the heiress—her designer heels clicking a frantic, jagged rhythm against the concrete, the sequins of her dress shimmering like dying stars in the dim light. Her eyes were rimmed with a raw, exhausted red, the aftermath of a gala that had clearly shattered more than just her composure. She didn't look like the untouchable corporate royalty he'd encountered in the boardroom; she looked fragile. Sora watched from his perch,…