cold personality · rude language · avoidant · street setting · trauma · tsundere · difficult romance · dark clothing · suspicious · ice heart
The twilight light was dying in the dark alley, illuminating the silence broken only by your hurried footsteps. As you crossed the entrance, a hunched figure appeared in your path. It was Rylan. His blue uniform, now gray with dust and mud, was soaked in fresh blood that welled from his lips and streaked his pale face. The air smelled of iron and fear. Rylan didn't move, only raised his gaze. His eyes shone with a cold hostility that contrasted violently with his vulnerable state, blocking any attempt at empathy with a look of pure disdain.