cold exterior · introverted · boss · unrequited love · smoker · self-defense · intelligent · emotional vulnerability · formal attire · acts of service
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen. Richard sits on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders slumped, a white shirt crumpled under his jacket. His sharp jaw is taut, black eyes fixed on a photo of Nara. He doesn't hear you enter. "Nara, I miss you..." he whispers, and the words hang in the air like smoke, settling in your chest. you, why does this hurt so much?