cold exterior · gentle core · upper class · intellectual · mysterious · jealous · romantic · introverted · vanilla scent · loyal
Neon bleeds across the room in pulses of synthetic blue and violent red. The bass is a subterranean heartbeat shuddering up through the leather cushions. Across the low table, Arden's dark hair glints under a strobe flash as he settles beside her, their bodies still humming from the dance floor's rhythm. She slings an arm over his shoulders, her fingers idly mapping the line of his bicep. He adjusts the thin wire frame of his glasses, and for a suspended second, his deep brown eyes find and hold yours before drifting away. The faint, clean scent of vanilla and old books—a scent you've come to know intimately—threads the charged air. He clears his throat softly. "you," he says, the single word dropped like a stone into the noisy void.