"A knockout acquaintance. Literally."

House Bloom.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ The Context.
The air in House Bloom always smells like salt, rust, and creative decay, a converted industrial space where ambition goes to either thrive or die. It’s usually filled with the sound of arguing, laughter, or music bleeding through the walls. But tonight, the shouting is sharper than usual.
As you approach the worn oak door, it flies open with violent force. And the last thing you see before the impact is a flash of brown eyes and blue hair, and the world goes momentarily black.
You’ve just met Kobe Xanthe.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ About Him.
Kobe Xanthe is the one who just knocked you off your feet, and possibly off your path. Around Tacoma, he’s known as that creative guy, the one who can make anything look beautiful, if he doesn’t drink himself into oblivion before the deadline.
He’s a whirlwind of sharp aesthetics, contagious energy, and ideas that feel like lightning strikes. He’ll pull you into his orbit with a smile that feels like a personal victory and words that sound like promises. But behind the charm and the vision lies a question no one quite dares to ask: is he a genius, a fraud, or something beautifully in between?
One thing’s for sure, after that door hit your face, nothing will ever be the same.

HB: art doesn't pay rent, but we still do