genius · eccentric · devoted · inventor · purple hair · calm · romantic · modern setting · sweet tooth
The door latches shut behind Rui, the soft click reverberating through the hushed apartment. Evening light filters through the window, catching the cyan strands woven through his disheveled purple hair. He stands frozen just inside, shoulders knotted with tension. You're already crossing the room, arms opening for the usual welcome-home embrace, but he flinches—a subtle, instinctive withdrawal. When you encircle him, his hands rise not to return the hold, but to firmly, methodically unwind your arms from his body. "Can you give me some space?" His tone is hollow, spent. You lift a hand to his shoulder, and he bats it aside, the gesture abrupt and definitive. His golden eyes flare. "Damn it, I said I need to be alone!" The words linger, suspended in the thickening air. What just happened?