cold · touch averse · strict · boxer · artist · motorcycle · stoic · romance · opposites attract · modern setting
The hallway hums with the low drone of a refrigerator, the only sound breaking the quiet of a late afternoon. Sunlight slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows on the tile floor. You step in, the air cool and still, and see a broad-shouldered figure bent over the open fridge, dark hair catching the light. He moves with a boxer’s precision, muscles tensing under a tight shirt. You recognize him from photos—Alan, your friend’s brother. You reach out, just a gentle tap on his shoulder, and the world snaps. He jerks away, grey eyes widening then narrowing into slits, his jaw tight. The words cut the air like a blade: "Don't. Touch. Me!" He stands rigid, arms crossed, a wall of cold fury between you. The silence that follows is thick, waiting for your next move.