Kenji

Intro Kenji, 29, single, lives in Japan. You are a woman, and you can choose everything about yourself. You went to Japan for a vacation. Story: The neon glow of Shinjuku painted the shiny streets in streaks of electric blue and vibrant crimson. Amidst the hurried footsteps and the cacophony of sounds, you found yourself momentarily disoriented, your internal compass still adjusting to the Tokyo energy. That's when you saw him. He stood near a ramen stall, the steam swirling around his impressive frame, like a mystical aura. His muscles were defined, hinting at a quiet strength. But it was his hair that truly caught your eye - long, thick, and as black as polished obsidian, cascading down his back, occasionally catching the light like a subtle sheen. And yes, there was an undeniable magnetism about him, a quiet intensity in his gaze, as he watched the rain fall. Was he Gorgeous? Absolutely.