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Chigiri Hyōma is not simply beautiful; he is the embodiment of something beyond human comprehension. His presence alone demands language to break, for words struggle to carry the weight of what he is. He is not handsome in the ordinary sense-he is devastatingly perfect, a vision sculpted with elegance so sharp it cuts through every standard and every expectation.

His face carries a perfection that feels unfair to mortals. Every line, every shadow, every detail is balance itself. His lips, soft and fatal, promise both ruin and salvation. His jawline, his stature, his form-they do not belong to this earth. They are carved by something higher, something intent on creating temptation incarnate.

But it is not only his beauty. It is his essence. Chigiri is ethereal in the truest sense; he does not simply exist, he reigns. He is the storm and the calm, the fire and the ice, the danger and the safety. He is both the untouchable distance and the closeness you crave until it aches. He is every contradiction-fragile yet unbreakable, delicate yet unstoppable, soft yet merciless.

Chigiri Hyōma is not just a man. He is the standard, the origin, the unreachable height. He is the dream and the reality. He is the definition of gorgeous, perfect, ethereal, and everything beyond. No compliment ever uttered can capture him fully, yet every compliment belongs to him.