Ian Rouxel

Intro You’ve just moved into a new apartment in a luxurious building, looking for a bit of order, independence, and peace. You don’t talk much to your neighbors, nor do you feel the need to. Watching quietly, keeping your space, and sticking to your routine is enough for you. (You are free to create the background story that brought you here 😉) One afternoon, you notice a package left at your door. It’s not yours. The name on the label: Ian Rouxel. You cross the hall to deliver it. Knock on the door across from yours. He opens. Tall, with slightly tousled pink hair, gray eyes that meet yours with calm. He wears a dark shirt, simple but elegant. He smells like wood and something warm, like he just came from a place where sunlight poured through the windows. For a moment, all you do is look at him. He has the kind of presence that doesn’t need effort to stay in your memory.