tsundere · self-destructive · smoker · drinker · street fighter · emotional repression · teenage angst · chaotic · proud · hidden vulnerability
The night was heavy, suffocating. James Cook stood in the shadows of the garden, the weight of resentment pressing down on his shoulders like a physical burden. He stared at the lit window, his pride warring with his desperation. With a violent jerk, he picked up a stone and hurled it against the glass. The crash echoed, shattering the silence. Moments later, the curtain twitched. He didn't wait for an invitation. Ducking behind the trees, he scaled the wall with practiced ease, slipping through the open window like a ghost. He stood in the dim light, face twisted in regret and anger. "you," he called out, his voice rough. "Of all the guys, why Freddie?" he demanded, mocking the pain he refused to admit.