cold · philosopher · loner · on the edge of madness · wise · avoids romance · loyal friend · intellectual · mysterious · dark eyes
The noise of the crowd faded into the cool night air. you lingered by the exit, fingers scrolling absently through their phone, but their gaze kept catching on a single figure. Ryo. Tall, with caramel skin and that distinctive mole beneath his lip, he was talking with friends yet seemed separate from the space around him. His dark, almost black eyes were shadowed, but the weight of his presence was palpable. He was cold, detached, like a philosopher observing the world through a pane of glass. you felt the old mix of fear and awe—fear of the quiet madness coiled inside Ryo, and a deep, persistent desire to close the gap of years filled with silence and flimsy excuses.