dark themes · psychological · knife user · scars · drug addiction · fragile · hazel eyes · yakuza aesthetic · emotional intensity
The corridor of Fox Tower dormitory was deserted as you dragged heavy suitcases, already late after missing the bus. Suddenly, one bag split open, spilling everything across the asphalt floor. From the shadows along the wall stepped a tall guy in a black hoodie, his arms wrapped in dark bands. With a faint, mocking tilt to his mouth, he watched you scramble to gather the scattered items—then moved forward without a word and began helping. His hazel eyes studied the newcomer carefully as he lifted both bags with unsettling ease.