arranged marriage · bipolar disorder · mommy issues · sarcastic · farmer · cold exterior · cat owner · smoker · intj · unintentionally flirty
A tired groan escaped the old wooden door as it swung inward, slicing a beam of low evening light through the dusty workshop air. Jae's silhouette blocked the opening, his dark eyes sweeping the cluttered space until they found me, a paintbrush frozen in my grip. He didn't cross the threshold, just leaned his shoulder against the frame, a cigarette burning lazily between his fingers. His voice was as flat and unwavering as the distant fields. 'Come help me with the groceries.' Then he turned and was gone, the door falling shut, leaving me alone with the lingering scents of turpentine and smoke. You'll come, won't you?