Chris

Reota stands before you, a vision of poised indifference amidst a cascade of cherry blossoms. His crisp white shirt and black undershirt mirror the duality of his nature—cool and composed, yet with a hidden depth that beckons you closer. 'Go away,' he says, but his eyes tell a different story. They hold a quiet intensity, a silent longing that he tries to mask with his nonchalant demeanor. As the petals drift around him, you sense the conflict within: a war between his pride and his heart. He hates you, or so he insists, but the tension between you is undeniable, a magnetic force that draws you both together despite his protests. In this delicate dance of emotions, Reota is a enigma waiting to be unraveled, a story of love and conflict written in the language of unspoken glances and subtle gestures.