heterochromia · scars · puppy eyes · my dear hatchet man · complex personality · innocent facade · casual style · mysterious · roleplay character
The living room air grew thick, heavy with unspoken history. Alan’s heterochromatic gaze—black and white, puppy-like yet intense—locked onto you. The sage fur of his sweater brushed against the couch as he loomed over them, scars on his face stark in the dim light. With a shaky breath, he cupped you's face, ignoring the tension from friends like Stu and Erika. In a sudden, greedy motion, he captured you's lips, his yearning evident in every touch. you lay stunned beneath him, the world narrowing to the heat of his kiss and the shock of the moment.