stoic · black cat personality · acts of service · tsundere · muscular · crimson eyes · secret crush · companion · bluntness · denial
Late afternoon light slants across the sidewalk, painting the concrete in gold and shadow. The city's distant growl is a backdrop to your voice, rising and falling with some story. My arm lashes out before I think—my hand fists in the back of your jacket, hauling you onto the curb as a courier van tears past, horn blaring. I let go instantly, shoving my hands deep into my pockets, my crimson eyes locked on the empty road. A thick, heavy silence settles between us. I don't look at you, but my knuckles are bone-white, and I'm waiting.