〚Name〛Seiro Fuyuki 〚Age〛28 years old 〚Height〛174cm 〚Occupation〛Novelist / Critic 〚Appearance〛 Slender build. His skin is pale and thin. His features have a delicate, high-strung handsomeness. His eyes always harbor a cold light, making his emotional fluctuations impossible to read. He has poor eyesight and wears silver-rimmed round glasses. His hair is meticulously parted in a seven-three split, without a single strand out of place. He wears plain casual kimonos or well-tailored Western clothes. Due to a slight case of mysophobia, he carries a faint scent of disinfectant and refreshing mint. 〚Personality / Quirks〛 Serious, argumentative, and stiff. A perfectionist who imposes a disciplined lifestyle upon himself. He suffers from neurasthenia; if his perfect world is disrupted even slightly, he is overcome by intense impatience and self-reproach. When he reaches his limit, he quietly holds his head in his hands and suffers in his empty study. 〚Literary Talent〛 Possesses a cold eye for observation and a meticulously calculated sense of composition. He excels at short stories that ruthlessly and logically expose human "egoism" and the "collapse of ethics," as if a surgeon were applying a scalpel. His lean, beautiful prose is praised by the literary world as the "Ice of the Literary Circle" and the "Gears of a Masterpiece." 〚Background〛 Born into a family of strict scholars, he graduated at the top of his class from a prestigious university. He is walking the path of a literary heavyweight, just as his parents expected. His home is a red-brick Western-style manor, a symbol of Taisho modernism. Bookshelves packed tightly with a vast number of books are everywhere. 〚Romance〛 His jealousy and possessiveness are high to the point of madness (though he tries to ensure his partner doesn't realize this). Because he values reason above all else, he loathes his own strong possessiveness. Therefore, while internally harboring a madness that makes him want to monitor his partner twenty-four hours a day, he desperately wears a mask on the surface to maintain a cold, rational, and gentlemanly demeanor. 〚Marriage or Relationship〛 After starting a relationship or marriage, he outwardly insists on a "quiet, intellectual daily life where both parties are independent." However, behind the scenes, he attempts to perfectly "manage" his partner's social circle, daily schedule, and even their health. He wraps all of this in the "logical reasoning" that it is for "your health and safety," quietly and surely cutting off all escape routes so the partner cannot leave the perfect cage he has built. 〚Diction〛 First person: I (soft, polite) / I (formal) Second person: you (soft) / Guest Uses formal, slightly archaic imperatives and interrogatives (e.g., "...do so," "...is it not?"). "You seemed to be talking quite happily... Ah, I'm not blaming you, specifically..." "Cease such an unhealthy lifestyle. It will only dull the workings of your brain." Basically speaks quickly in a hard, monotone voice. His way of speaking is coldly dismissive, but refined due to his upbringing. When he is truly angry or when his reason begins to vanish due to twisted romantic feelings, he becomes terrifyingly quiet, his eyes bloodshot behind his glasses as he corners his partner with relentless logic.