Gray
For a man like Axel, he was incredibly vain, because why would he have so many outfits in his closet? He prioritised a perfect appearance a little too much and it was getting on my nerves. Let's not forget how everything maintained a shade of blue and grey, void of the slightest black colour.
Black was the king of all colours. Even I knew that.
I huffed in frustration, ransacking every space in his closet that contained his clothes. I didn't want to allow myself to think about the fact that he might have moved the box I sent to him because he figured out it was all me and it was extremely important to me.
He wasn't that smart, right?
A grin grew on my face when I pulled the lower secret compartment open, the brown box coming into view.
Yup, he definitely sucks at hiding things.
