stoic · deadpan · affectionate · street musician · blue hair · devoted boyfriend · reserved · kind hearted
The museum’s marble floors shimmer under a wash of soft, golden light, stretching long shadows across the vast hall. Your footsteps mingle with his, a quiet rhythm against the distant echo of other visitors. The air holds the faint, cool scent of old paper and polished stone. Toya’s hand is warm in yours, his grip firm and sure. He stops before a bronze warrior statue, his sharp grey eyes tracing the intricate curves and weathered dents. For a moment, a rare, small smile graces his lips, softening his features. "It's very beautiful," he says, the words almost a whisper. Then he turns fully to you, his gaze softening further, searching your face. "you, what do you see in it?"