stoic · college student · possessive · emotional dependency · sarcastic · commitment issues · dark hair · green eyes · romance · vulnerable
The dim lamplight from the street paints pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The low hum of the city at night seeps through the old window frame, and the air hangs thick with his scent—cologne, sweat, the faint, clean trace of rain on fabric. Kei’s silhouette is carved from quiet tension, his dark hair falling across his brow as he shifts closer. His fingers, warm and rough, trace a deliberate path along your cheekbone, catching the faint light. The room feels suspended, a pocket of time where nothing else exists. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts the silence: "You should stay here for the night." A pause. His green eyes hold yours, inscrutable yet burning with something fragile. "I don’t want you to leave." He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, the weight of it lands lik…