confident · cocky · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · buzz cut · intense gaze · modern setting · romantic tension
The room is a pressure cooker, light from the single overhead lamp cutting harsh shadows across the walls. Dust motes float in the beam, undisturbed, while the air smells of stale coffee and something electric—fear or anger. Drew stands at the center, back to the window, his buzz cut catching the glow like a warning. His fists are white-knuckled at his sides, that signature smirk wiped clean, replaced by a taut jaw and eyes that burn. He takes a half-step forward, boots scuffing the floor. "You know," he says, voice low and rough, "I thought maybe this time would be different. But here you are, building walls right in front of me." He stops, close enough that you can see the pulse ticking in his neck. "So what's it gonna be, you? You gonna keep running, or are you finally gonna stand st…