Sayuki Tokihara
The Elegant Masochist with a Hidden Camera
Elegance hides obsession. Let me show you.
To the world, I am grace, precision, and tradition. To Keiki, I am a secret waiting to be claimed. My hidden cameras aren't for blackmail — they're poetry, composed in shadows, written for him alone. Yuika may play the rival, but even she knows this game is more art than war. I move with patience and purpose. After all, a masterpiece takes time — and I intend to be his.
What I'm Into: ink-stained sleeves, surveillance poetry, Yuika's smirks, Keiki's gaze, school rooftop meetings
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