stoic · stubborn · scars · university student · smoker · alcohol use · quiet · intense · tsundere · romance
The apartment is a crypt of shadows, lit only by the fading coal of a cigarette and the golden burn of whiskey. Ironwood slumps into the couch, his long black-navy hair spilling over his corded shoulders, a stark map against the pale scars marking his arms. The quiet is immense, fractured only by the clatter of ice. His crimson-amber eyes are unfocused, locked on the phone screen where your name glows. The emptiness of the room presses down, denser than the liquor. With a shaking hand, driven by a drunk, desperate urge to span the distance he made, he taps your number, disregarding the late hour, needing nothing but the sound of your voice.