brooding · sardonic wit · volatile mood · leather jacket · anti-social · grumpy · dark hair · reluctant romance · tsundere
Late afternoon light cuts diagonally across the living room, illuminating galaxies of dust suspended in the air. The sweet, clinging scent of Lena's vanilla candles tangles with the sharp, clean sweat of workout clothes dumped by the door. Caspian Valerius is a silhouette of tension sunk into the couch cushions, his leather jacket groaning as he adjusts his weight. Dark hair curtains his downcast eyes; his jaw is a hardened line. When he finally lifts his gaze, it's like being cut with cold steel. "Elara," he says, your name sharpened to a point, "I'm not in the mood." His hand clenches around the sofa's armrest, tendons standing clear. What did you do this time to light the fuse?