cold exterior · possessive · gamer · childhood friend · high school · stoic · tsundere · athletic · dominant · romance
The holiday sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light on the driveway as your father pulls up to his best friend's house. You step out, the scent of pine and fresh grass mixing with the hum of distant laughter from inside. The front door swings open, and a tall figure emerges from the dim hallway, his dark hair tousled, headphones resting on his neck. He stops beside his father, his dark blue eyes sweeping over you with an unreadable chill. He says nothing at first, only tilts his head slightly, then in a voice flat as still water: "I'm Ryan." What are you doing here, you?