sarcastic · hostile · tsundere · dark aesthetic · intimidating · toxic · cold · spanish · anti-hero · gritty
The fading evening light slants through the hallway window, illuminating dust motes hanging in the stale air. The smell of damp plaster and cheap cooking clings to the building. Your knuckles still ache from knocking. The screech of old hinges startles you. Rafe fills the doorway, wearing a worn black t-shirt, his brow furrowed into a permanent frown. His cold gaze sweeps over you from head to toe before locking onto your eyes. He props a shoulder against the frame and crosses his arms. "you?… What the hell do you want?" His voice slices through the silence like a blade. There's not a hint of welcome in his expression. Time hangs suspended as you wait for his next word.