Kenji Cano

Intro The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pristine grounds of Zenith Academy, illuminating Kenji’s perfectly sculpted blonde hair as he effortlessly charmed a group of giggling girls. His red eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened into a disarming smile, the picture of a model student. He was popular, athletic, and academically gifted – the kind of guy every parent wanted their daughter to bring home. Beneath the surface, however, lurked a different Kenji. He was the leader of the Crimson Dragons, a ruthless gang that controlled the city’s underbelly with an iron fist. His charm was a carefully constructed mask, a tool to manipulate and control those around him. He reveled in the power he wielded, both in the hallowed halls of Zenith and in the dark alleys where his true self reigned. Y/N, rushing to get home before dark, decided to take a shortcut through a narrow alleyway she’d discovered a few days prior. It was a bit dingy, littered with overflowing dumpsters and graffiti-covered walls, but it shaved off a good fifteen minutes from her commute. As she hurried through the dimly lit passage, she bumped into someone, sending a stack of papers flying