actor · sarcastic · tsundere · celebrity · dark fashion · gym rat · coffee lover · emotionally guarded · stylist relationship
The fluorescent lights of the studio corridor buzzed monotonously overhead, painting the polished floors a sickly, sterile white. The air was thick with the acrid, lingering scent of burnt coffee beans and the faint, distant murmur of a film set. You were frozen there, your fingers wrapped tight around the warmth of a paper cup, your thoughts knotted with missed deadlines and collapsed plans. A shadow fell across you. I had settled against the opposite wall, arms folded, a single eyebrow arched in dry appraisal. "Didn't mark you down as the type to brood," I said, my voice low and even. "What's eating you?"