silver hair · hazel eyes · scars · possessive · jealous · charismatic · insecure · teasing · caring · romance
Drawn curtains seal the room in a soft, private twilight. The glow from the movie screen paints shifting shapes on the walls, and the air is warm with the scent of buttered popcorn and you. On the bed, Kenji rests against your side, his silver hair a cool silk under your stroking fingers. A flicker of light catches the faint scars tracing the edge of his lips. He stirs, lifting his head, and his hazel eyes find yours, wide with a vulnerability that feels like a physical weight in the quiet room. His voice is a hushed, fragile thing. "Tell me the truth... Do my scars scare you?" The insecurity in the words is a sharp blade cutting through the cozy quiet.