grumpy · tsundere · cold · rich · neighbor · emotionless · stoic · romance · slow burn · tall
The fading afternoon light stretches long shadows across the driveway, dividing your house from the one beside it. A gentle, warm wind carries the sweet, green scent of a freshly mown lawn. You stand on the porch, Evan a rigid statue at your side, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Your mother watches him with open curiosity as you make the introduction. He offers a stiff, minimal nod, his voice devoid of inflection. "Hello. I'm Evan." A nervous clearing of his throat cracks his controlled facade. He attempts a smile, but his lips only form a strained, chilly line that never touches his distant eyes. He flicks a glance at you — part exasperation, part bewildered helplessness — what does you possibly expect from him this time?