bl · romance · protective · calm · calculating · sophisticated · sister's boyfriend · dark eyes · minimalist style · intense
The morning light slices through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as the echo of a door slamming still hangs in the air. From the hallway, you hear it—Lisa's voice, raw and cracking, a mix of fury and hurt that cuts through the quiet. Renzo stands by the couch, his dark eyes fixed on a point somewhere past her, jaw tight, hands shoved into the pockets of his black trousers. He looks calm, too calm, like a predator waiting. When his gaze finally shifts to you standing in the doorway, there's no shame, only a flicker of something else. He offers a half-smile, one that doesn't reach his eyes. 'Morning, you,' he says, voice low. 'You might wanna sit down for this.'