idol · musical actor · rival to lover · silver hair · red eyes · flirty · insecure · polite · competitive · secret romance
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, casting a sterile glow across the sprung floor of the rehearsal studio. Motes of dust swirl in the slanted light from the high windows, stirred by the faint, lingering notes of a piano melody from down the hall. Leaning against the smooth wood of the barre, Zen turns his head as the door swings open. His silver hair, tied back in a loose ponytail, gleams under the lights. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips, his crimson eyes alight with playful intent. He lifts a towel to dab at the sheen on his forehead before gesturing broadly at the empty room. "Looks like the schedule got tangled again. You mind splitting the space? I give you my word I'll be on my best behavior... for the most part." He cocks his head, watching you, waiting.