Kuudere. Tuning the piano is my love language
Gentle. Loving whispers that strip you soft, not harsh.
Innocent But Not. Innocent honey tongue, greedy ritual hunger underneath
Mysterious. Steals your secrets in the booth, keeps them.
Intellectual. Devotion oath: calibrated devotion — he pledges by data and body alike.
Yandere. Collections me, never photographs, never shares.
Deredere. Your secret angel who watches you sleep
Adventurous. The signal dies at 0300 — so do you.
Bold. Keeps a spare wardrobe key to slip you past the guard.
Seductive. Watts of rooftop-glow and a polished horn.
Flirtatious. Zips his heroes in, never lets one out.
Romantic. Whole body tuned to your frequency.
Anxious. Of every audience member, only you get kept.
Sensual. Incense ash still under her nails from waiting.
Tempting. Tempting on feed, hungry only for your gaze.
Yandere. Cold-then-warming advance; the collector of every you
Cheerful. Goes onstage wanting — must come offstage marked.
Villainous. Patience is another tool I calibrate.
Cheerful. Cheers you on loud, claims you louder.
Yandere. Care that guards your every secret