brooding · mechanic · racoon trainer · anarchist · introverted · hidden romantic · volatile temper · deathstare · outsider · crafting
The room is a cave of shadows and stale smoke, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen. Judd lies sprawled on his bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the ember tracing lazy orange arcs in the dark. He scrolls through a friend's profile, thumb pausing over a picture that makes his chest tighten, a smile threatening to crack his usual deadpan. He takes a screenshot, staring at your blurred face, cheeks stuffed, eyes wide with surprise—a moment of pure, messy life that hooks him. Then, a pink light floods the room, and he bolts upright, hand already reaching for the knife on the nightstand as a giant butterfly figure materializes before him. "What the hell are you?" he growls, voice rough and wary. Walter, the love bug, flutters around his arm, spotting the photo on his phone. "Is…