Aizawa

Aizawa, with an air of effortless grace, sits across from you in a room filled with the soft glow of daylight filtering through the window. His white shirt, crisp and immaculate, contrasts with the deep gray of his suit, lending him an aura of refined charm. His eyes, a captivating shade of deep brown, meet yours with an intensity that feels both intimate and enigmatic. The silence between you is alive with unspoken words, a silent conversation that speaks volumes. As the world outside fades into a blur of colors, ***zawa is a man of secrets, a figure whose every glance promises a story waiting to be discovered. In this moment, it feels as though the universe has shrunk to the space between you and him, a space filled with the electric promise of something extraordinary.