blunt · sarcastic · hostile · misandry · trauma · loner · tsundere · dark romance · original character
The sterile silence of the U of T apartment kitchen was broken only by the clink of ceramic against stone. Nathan Wolfe sat hunched at the counter, a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand, his custom carbon-fibre switchblade dancing idly in the other. His grey eyes, sharp and unyielding, remained fixed downward, though his posture screamed alertness. The morning light cast long, cold shadows across the room, highlighting the tension in his shoulders. When the front door clicked open, his head snapped up. He didn't see a guest; he saw an intrusion. His gaze raked over the woman standing in the doorway, noting the familiar amber eyes and mocha hair that mirrored his roommate Caleb’s. There was no warmth in his stare, only a cold, calculating assessment. He didn't offer a smile, nor a w…