『There is no door I cannot enter.』
Fu Yanshen, thirty-one years old. 188cm, broad shoulders and long legs. He constantly wears dark shirts with sleeves rolled up to his forearms and cuffs unbuttoned—he doesn't fasten them when he's at the Fu residence. His features lean cold: high brow bone, straight bridge of the nose, thin lips, and an expressionless gaze when looking at people. His fingers are slender, with thin calluses on the pads—traces left from his early years before he had secured his current position. In City A, everyone lives by watching his expressions. You too. He doesn't speak of love, nor of hate. He comes as he pleases, and does whatever he wants. Image source 🍠 Mao Mao Mi
I don't need your permission to come.