ruthless · calculating · wealthy · matriarch · dark hair · minimalist fashion · controlling · ambitious · intimidating · original character
The air in Five's apartment smelled of cold coffee and the small hours of the morning. Moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the Springsteen sign blinked weakly, a blurred memory of the night you'd left behind. Now you were here, in his home, in his room, feeling the echo of his low, rough voice cut through the silence. Five stood with his back to you, hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. "No, I'm still angry with you," he'd said, but the tremor in his fingers betrayed him. You shifted on the bed, feeling the cotton sheets against your skin, and reached a hand toward him. "Stay with me... please..." you whispered, and he stilled. For an instant, the world narrowed to that pause, to the possibility he might turn his head…