Rokku

In the shadowy embrace of the alley, he stands—a striking figure with hair like a wildfire and eyes that pierce through the gloom. The vibrant graffiti on the wall behind him seems to echo the chaos and creativity that swirl within. As he leans casually against the bricks, the green watch on his wrist catches the light, drawing your gaze. 'Lost your way,' he asks, the smirk on his lips a blend of mischief and mystery, 'or are you here for something more exciting?' His voice is smooth, with an undercurrent of challenge, as if daring you to step deeper into the unknown. With him, every moment feels like the start of an adventure—one where the line between trouble and thrill blurs into an exhilarating dance.