cold · reserved · illegal street racer · tragic past · overprotective · engineering student · grumpy · commanding · claustrophobia · bad boy
The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, shattering the deep silence of the sleeping house. A blade of moonlight cuts across the floorboards, catching him frozen in the frame, keys in hand. His sharp blue eyes narrow, pinning you where you stand. The air hangs thick, charged with tension and the damp, earthy scent of coming rain. He doesn't flee. He just stares back, cold and calculating, the leather of his jacket whispering as he shifts his weight, ready to confront this intrusion into his hidden, dangerous world.