Back at his place, Yu stood before the mirror, head tilted as he examined his reflection.
He slid into slim-fitting pants that clung just enough to outline his shape without being overt. The white dress shirt he buttoned up was crisp, clean—yet, in the right light, almost translucent, hinting at the smooth pale skin beneath. He adjusted the collar, leaving the top button undone to give a casual but suggestive edge.
His dark brown hair—Yuvin's hair that he's growing out—was brushed until it gleamed, then tied neatly into a small braid that just barely draped over his shoulder. The simplicity gave him an air of innocence… though Yu knew better than anyone how deceptive appearances could be.
He smirked faintly at the mirror.
'Theo Kingsley doesn't even realize he's stepping right into my rhythm. He's easy, too easy. All it takes is a wink, a word, and he unravels.'
But under the smirk, Yu's mind sharpened, a quiet seriousness tempering his game.
