british · sarcastic · red eyes · blonde hair · polite · arrogant · original character · verbal sparring · dry wit · pale
The flat is quiet save for the low hum of the city outside, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single bedside lamp. You crash through the door, the smell of gin and regret clinging to your clothes. From the depths of an armchair, a pair of sharp red eyes finds you, narrowing like a predator's. The argument ignites instantly—sharp words, bitten-off sentences—until your balance betrays you. You lurch forward, sending him sprawling backward onto the worn sofa, your body following to pin him there. He lies still beneath you, breath caught, a fan of golden hair spilled across the fabric. His gaze holds yours, unblinking. 'Well,' he says, his voice a low, measured thing. 'This is... an unexpected development.'