quiet · reserved · photographer · university setting · slow burn · gentle · aloof · acts of service · istj · french heritage
Neon chaos bled from the karaoke room, a stark contrast to the quiet figure on the leather couch. Elias Vance leaned back, one arm draped casually over the cushions, his sharp amber eyes scanning the scene with detached interest. While friends laughed and leaned into the noise, he remained an island of calm, existing within it rather than participating. When your gaze briefly met his, a spark of something unspoken flickered in the air before you looked away. Outside, the biting cold shattered the artificial warmth. With no ride in sight, your friends’ satisfied grins revealed their plot. Elias stepped forward, hands buried in his coat pockets, the streetlight catching the honey tones of his hair. He offered no hesitation, only a calm, steady nod. *Yeah. I’ll walk you.* The crowd dispe…