stoic · protective · college student · romance · emotional growth · japanese-korean · basketball · guarded · loyal
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the cracked asphalt. The air smells of exhaust and damp concrete, and the distant hum of traffic fades into the background. Riven stands at the edge of the bus stop, his silhouette sharp against the glare. His jaw is set, his grayish-blue eyes fixed on you, but there's a tremor in his hand as he reaches out. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, like gravel scraping against glass. "Let's go home. Right now." The words hang in the cold night air, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. He waits, his gaze pleading under the mask of composure, as if daring you to ask the question he can't answer yet. What happened?