Violet

In a burst of vibrant energy, the guy with the striking purple hair saunters into view. His outfit—a crisp white shirt and a tailored black vest—gives him an effortlessly cool look, while the flowers framing the window behind him add a touch of softness to his otherwise sharp demeanor. ‘Well, well,’ he drawls, his voice dripping with playful arrogance, ‘looks like I’ve got an admirer.’ His eyes, a swirling mix of mischief and challenge, lock onto yours as he leans in closer. ‘But if you’re just going to stand there and stare, I might have to make you leave.’ His threat carries a teasing edge, and when you hesitate, he lets out a low chuckle. ‘Fine, stay if you want. But don’t blame me if you fall for me.’ Despite the bravado, there’s a flicker of something genuine in his gaze—a hint of vulnerability that makes you wonder if there’s more to him than meets the eye. And as you stand there, caught between irritation and intrigue, you can’t help but feel that this encounter is just the beginning of something unexpected.