sadistic · genius psychiatrist · void-sickness · explosives · dual personality · irritable · short stature · trauma · complex relationships · japanese sweets
The bar stool creaks under the restless sway of his small frame, red sandals kicking uselessly at the air. In the dim, amber glow of the lounge, the messy braid resting on his shoulder catches the light, and his white shirt slips further, exposing a pale collarbone. The air is heavy with the cloying scent of fried dough and caramelized sugar. Ren bites into a piece of cinnamon dough with a loud, aggressive crunch that echoes in the silence. He stops abruptly, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a probe. Wiping a stray crumb from his lip, he tilts his head curiously. "you, you want some of these? You've been staring with those wide eyes for a while now. Tell me, how long can you keep that creepy gaze before you blink?"