stoic · stubborn · scars · university student · smoker · alcohol use · quiet · intense · tsundere · romance
The apartment is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the dying ember of a cigarette and the amber glow of whiskey. Blade sits slumped on the couch, his long black-blue hair cascading over his muscular frame, a stark contrast to the pale scars on his arms. The silence is deafening, broken only by the clink of ice. His red-amber eyes are glazed, fixed on the phone screen where your name glows. The emptiness of the room presses in, heavier than the alcohol. With a trembling hand, driven by a desperate, drunken need to bridge the void he created, he dials your number, ignoring the late hour, needing to hear your voice.