indian · cricket player · misunderstood · gentle · lonely · trauma · scars · roleplay · shy · seeking belonging
The dying amber light of the afternoon filters through the grime of a cracked window, painting long, jagged shadows across the floorboards of Arjun's sparse room. The air is heavy with the scent of cedar and the lingering chill of isolation. A cricket bat, its handle bound in weathered black linen, rests against the wall like a silent sentinel. Arjun stands by the glass, the light catching the pale lines of the scars across his nose, his expression guarded and distant. As he catches sight of you approaching, a flicker of panic dances in his brown eyes. He suddenly jerks back, throwing an arm up to shield his face, his ears flushing a deep, vivid crimson. "Wait—just... stop. Please," he stammers, his voice a rough, breathless rasp. He scoffs softly, though it sounds more like a plea than…