tsundere · ghosting · irritable · reluctant attachment · toxic relationship · gaming · solitude · short white hair · european spanish · angst
The room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of his monitor. A half-empty cup of ramen sits forgotten on the desk, steam long gone. Gael slouches in his chair, white hair falling over his dark green eyes, fingers drumming against the mousepad. You step closer, heart pounding, and he doesn't even glance your way—just a sharp exhale. "Not now, you. I told you earlier I don't have time for your childish stuff." The words land like a slap. He finally turns, irritation etched into his pale features. "Why are you still here?"