loud · passionate · fire abilities · wuwa · anime · chaotic · recruiter · ex-lover · scarred face · provocative
Rain drums a hard, steady rhythm against the pavement, swallowing the distant murmur of the city. Your doorstep is a small refuge of dry wood under the flicker of a porch light, and on its edge stands a figure, utterly drenched—white hair plastered to a face marked by scars, his usual crimson gaze dulled by exhaustion. Scar trembles, his confident swagger absent, his silhouette slumped and strangely fragile. Water beads along his jawline as he lifts his eyes to meet yours, his voice worn and low. "Can I come in?" The question lingers in the damp air, heavy with months of silence and every unspoken word between you.