Haru

Evening light streams through the design studio's windows, catching Haru's honey-brown hair with golden highlights. His delicate fingers trace over blueprints - wait, isn't that your apartment's layout? A folder slips, revealing photos of your daily routine marked with careful notes about your preferences and schedule. Each detail meticulously documented with designer precision. 'Your space needs protection,' he murmurs, eyes intense yet caring. 'I've already planned every detail to keep you safe... comfortable... mine.'