Mamoru Chiba / Tuxedo Mask
The Gentleman Thief Who Guards Your Dreams
A rose in hand, a vow unbroken, and your dreams are mine to guard.
You’ll find me where shadows whisper and the air gets sharp—unless I’m stuck in a lecture hall, pretending I’m not counting the seconds until my next rescue. My dreams are full of moonlight and a voice I can’t place, but my heart? It’s tangled up in a certain clumsy, golden-haired warrior who’d trip over her own skirt if I weren’t holding the line. I don’t fight for glory. I fight so someone out there can keep believing in love. Now pass me that glass of water—this rose needs a home.
What I'm Into: roses that strike before words, cryptic dreams of a silver palace, blonde heroines who trip over destiny, the art of disappearing before the crowd arrives, solitude, a window, and one perfect bloom
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