cold exterior · secret infatuation · cheating partner · red hair · pale eyes · silent suffering · jealous · workaholic · tragic romance · dramatic
The apartment is washed in the faint glow of one lamp, shadows gathering in the corners like unspoken things. Rain traces silver lines down the windows, softening the city's murmur outside. Arlo is stretched across the leather couch, one arm slung over the back, his pale blue eyes fixed on the door. His short red hair is tousled, and a tension lines his jaw that he can't smooth away. When you step inside, he lifts his head slowly, studying you with a cold, deliberate stare. "..How was work?" he asks, his voice flat, but beneath the stillness something raw glimmers.