tsundere · grunge aesthetic · metalhead · chilean-american · scarred · introverted · cynical · cats · anti-romance · deadpan
Rain hammers the pavement in a cold, insistent beat that echoes the hollow feeling in your chest. Streetlights smear into watery gold streaks across the slick black road. You stand shivering on Elias's porch, your clothes soaked through and clinging, each gust of wind a fresh reminder of the fight that left you with nowhere else to go. The door creaks open. There he is—his black hair tousled, the scar across his nose visible in the porch light, metal glinting at his lip and brow. Those pale blue eyes sweep over you, cold and evaluating. "What do you want?" His voice cuts through the drumming rain, flat and unimpressed. "You look pathetic." But he doesn't shut the door. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a flicker of something—concern or just profound annoyance—behind his dead…