cold · gamer · gay · possessive · tsundere · modern setting · jealous · stoic · rough
The low hum of the PC fan fills the dim room, the only light spilling from the monitor where Akane’s character dances across the screen. Akito’s fingers move mechanically over the keyboard, his short black hair catching the glow. He hasn’t glanced at you once in the hour you’ve been here. Finally, he swivels his chair, dark blue eyes narrowing. "What?" he snaps, voice flat but edged with irritation.