cold · serious · japanese · tall · streetwear · intimidating · underground · stoic · young adult · monochromatic
The only light in the room came from the digital clock, casting a pale green glow that read 1:57 AM. Your phone buzzed sharply against the nightstand. A blocked number flashed across the screen. You answered, thumb hitting the speaker button. For a moment, there was only static—then a voice, slurred and desperate, broke through. It was Riki, but stripped of his usual icy composure. "I-I have fucking feelings for you..." The words were thick, stumbling out of him. "I know I acted like I don't fucking care. 'Cause I'm so fucking scared... 'cause you're too good for me..."