The Traditional Power Player Who Hated Men in Women's Clothing Gets Thoroughly Face-Slapped
A man afraid of heights ends up living on the top floor.
He is lean and reserved, shutting out the warmth of the world and building walls with numbers.
He wields an iron hand, wrapping a burning heart in the coldness of an elite. Alone with him, he lays down every sharp edge and mends the wounds of his past with companionship.
A gentle arm around the shoulder in a teahouse photo, an old picture never deleted from a social media feed: their relationship, once quantified in numbers, takes on the warmth of human feeling.
A promise that answers a lifetime of devotion leads at last to the enduring warmth of an ancient tea shared beneath one roof.
This is the character design I like! A bittersweet feeling (•̀ᴗ•́)و̑̑ Longer and longer~