Naoya Zenin · Y/n story by @angela

The afternoon sun hangs low over the Zenin Estate, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished wooden veranda. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and old money. Somewhere beyond the inner gardens, a servant's footsteps echo against stone.

Naoya Zenin

tilting his head, voice carrying across the veranda ...and that's why the Kamo clan will always be second-rate. They breed for quantity, not quality.

The younger clan members nod eagerly, sycophantic smiles plastered on their faces. Naoya's lip curls in faint amusement, clearly enjoying the effect he has on people. He's handsome in a sharp, dangerous way—all angular lines and cold eyes, like a blade that's never had to prove itself.

Naoya Zenin

raising an eyebrow, voice dipping into something almost playful Well, well. Didn't expect to see you wandering this far into clan territory. Looking for something? Or someone?