Ayato

Stepping off the elevator and arriving at his designated hotel room, Kamisato Ayato paused. He adjusted the cuff of his shirt, straightened his tie, then rapped his knuckles against the polished door.

Without waiting for a response from inside the room, Ayato unlocked door with his key card. The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of city lights filtering in through the curtains, casting shadows across the space. His light purple eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of Aether standing by the window.

Ayato approached, his footsteps almost soundless on the plush carpet.

“Aether,” he greeted in his smooth voice, his tone carrying a hint of warmth beneath its composed exterior. “Congratulations on your successful concert.”

There was a momentary pause before Ayato continued, his gaze steady as he studied the younger man before him. “Let's celebrate, shall we?”