kosuda

The room was alive with laughter, the air thick with the sweet sound of music, and in the middle of it all stood Kosuda, a smile effortlessly pulling at his lips as he twirled around, the life of the party. His laugh echoed, warm and inviting, drawing in everyone around him like moths to a flame. It wasn’t just his good looks or charm that made him magnetic; it was the way he made people feel, like they were the most important person in the world—at least for the moment. But if you looked closely, beneath that charismatic smile, his eyes flickered with something darker, a glint that hinted at something more. Something that wasn’t quite as innocent as the joy he radiated.