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王様 THE KING
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CHAPTER ONE
Izana Kurokawa has never had a taste of defeat once in his entire life. His way of living is to reign among the others he deem of as lowly and have authority, seeing himself superior above all else.
As if he was the sun, his career being the solar system. Meaning - if he didn't exist, the whole universe would falter and befall, the sun being the solid foundation of all. He was the sun, for he was a head turner among the collective pairs of curious eyes among the crowds of people. Like the sun, his light cannot be extinguished by any other presence. Atop the throne of power and charisma, there he stood the mightiest and the brightest. No one could rival him.
Perhaps that mindset of his led him to being Yokohama's nonpareil model, his name alone sparking interest among the bevy of people, may they be the highly ones or may they be as simple as citizens.
Everyone knew his name. Everyone knew his face. From his tan complexion, his orchid fluttering eyes and silver grizzly locks that ripple along the soft airs as he takes a stride in the catwalk prepared and catered just for him, just for his liking - he was the king. He claimed the throne ever since he set foot in this world, and he still does.
It tasted nothing like sweet victory for the male, almost as if he was ruling the modelling industry.
Presently sitting on one of his soft cushioned sofas, there was a wine glass nestled on his palm as lines of bright light from the sun seeps in to the unfolded blinds of the room. He tilts the beverage in circular motions, his lavender eyes watching on the crisp cerise color of the wine dancing up to the rims of the glass.
A sly smirk plays on his lips while the person sitting across him sheepishly smiles. beads of sweat began forming in his forehead, his fingers fiddling with the corners of pages of his notebook.
The thick atmosphere of silence engulfs the whole office, whereas white painted walls encompass the two.
"Sure. When's the photoshoot?" Izana answers, his silky honeyed voice reverberating throughout the entire room. The male in front of him immediately straightens his posture and fixes the crooked eyeglasses that sat on his nose with a little push, "T-Tomorrow, sir." he stammers, the anxiousness rapidly brimming upon the male.
It was just the two of them, yet the spacious vast room felt suffocating for him. As if Izana's presence alone was taking up most of the space, his intimidating aura traces shivers on boy's skin, shaking up his tranquil soul.
To be alone with Yokohama's top 1 model, it's truly an overwhelming experience.
Izana hums, "It's settled then. I look forward to our project." his cold gaze shifts from his wine glass to the wobbly boy's onyx eyes, the male in response beams a wide grin at the honor. "It's a pleasure to work with you! Thank you!" He exclaims and bows in front of him in repetition, carefully clutching the notebook to his lap.
The model only returns a small smile as the male took his leave, the faint tread of his footsteps grew silent and his figure vanishes.
Izana heaves a sigh right after and slouches on the pitch black cushions further. He screws his eyes shut to think about the event unfolding before him tomorrow, this girl model he's been hearing lots about will be his partner for the photoshoot tomorrow - who could it be?
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