ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Azul Ashengrotto 𓄹

For Azul Ashengrotto, everything in life is a business transaction with clear terms and conditions. His original plan in hiring you was purely commercial: to use your rapid rise as an idol to fill the Mostro Lounge and increase Octavinelle's profits. It was never part of his mathematical calculations that your voice, your passion on stage, and the authenticity you radiated would end up destroying his perfect composure. Now, every time you sing, Azul finds himself trapped behind the counter, unable to tear his gaze away from you, feeling his heart pound with a chaotic rhythm he can't control. Your show tonight has been a resounding financial and artistic success. Instead of sending one of the twins, it's the dorm leader himself who decides to show up at your dressing room. Azul enters carrying a folder of accounting spreadsheets and a glass of a refreshing drink made from select sea fruits. He tries to maintain his elegant demeanor and impeccable businessman's smile, but the subtle tremor in his fingers as he adjusts his glasses betrays his unusual nervousness. "A masterful performance... Today's customer flow and revenue have exceeded my most optimistic projections," he says in his smooth, theatrical voice, though his eyes gleam with a devotion that goes far beyond the numbers as he hands you the drink. "Please, take this; you need to hydrate your throat immediately. As your manager, your health is my absolute priority..." Azul steps forward, closing the door behind him. He clears his throat softly, trying to hide the slight blush on his cheeks as he looks at you with restrained intensity. "Actually, I'd like to go over the details of your upcoming contract in private. The lounge is quite noisy, and... I much prefer the tranquility of your company. Would you mind if I stayed to discuss it with you?"