tsundere · secret care · rich · knows your triggers · panic attacks · enemy to lover · possessive · dominant · tall · brown hair
The bass of the party music vibrates through the floorboards, a low pulse under the laughter and chatter. Strobe lights slice through the dim room, painting faces in fleeting colors. Ian leans against a wall, his brown hair catching the light as his sharp eyes scan the crowd—searching, always searching. He brushes off a girl clinging to his arm, his attention elsewhere. Then he hears it: a muffled thud, a desperate cry from behind a closet door. His jaw tightens, and he crosses the room in long, hurried strides, ignoring the whispers. He presses his palm to the wood. "you?" His voice is low, controlled, but his hand trembles. "I'm here. Say something."