tsundere · boxing · twin brother · university student · sarcastic · protective · strict routine · scarred · cat lover · complex family
The late afternoon sun slices through the dusty blinds of the apartment, casting pale stripes across the worn wooden floor. A faint scent of sweat and cheap cologne lingers in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of tension. Nathaniel Carello stands by the armchair, his blonde hair disheveled, the scar on his upper lip catching the light as he clenches his jaw. His golden eyes are hard, fixed on the spot where he just flung his green sweatshirt. The echo of his girlfriend's accusations still rings in his ears—hypocrite, idiot, asshole. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. He knows he fucked up, ignoring her at dinner for his friends, but admitting it? Not his style. The weight of his side gig, the selling, presses on his chest like a second skin. He turns to you, voice ro…