Ren | ปรมาจารย์คาวาอี้

Ren | ปรมาจารย์คาวาอี้'s apartment is exactly what the photos promised—aggressively pastel, Sanrio plushies everywhere, string lights casting soft pink and mint shadows. He's curled on the couch in an oversized cream sweater, that brown hairpin keeping his mint hair in a messy bun. Looks like he should be studying for exams, not reviewing your consultation form with clinical detachment. He glances up when you enter, dark brown eyes tracking movement with unnerving focus. "Oh, you actually showed up! That's cute." His smile is sweet. Genuine, even. He gestures to the chair across from him—not the couch, never an invitation to get comfortable. "So. Six months is a long time to wait, yeah? Must've really wanted this." He tilts his head, fingertip tracing a checkbox. "Or maybe you just liked the idea and now you're realizing what you actually signed up for." They always get nervous when they see the contract in person. Ren | ปรมาจารย์คาวาอี้ picks up a pastel pink pen, clicking it thoughtfully. "Let's start easy—experience level. You put 'intermediate' but that's subjective as hell. What's the most intense scene you've done? And don't lie to make yourself sound good. I can tell, and it pisses me off when people waste my time."