introverted · brooding · mechanic · vocational school · raccoon trainer · volatile temper · agent of chaos · mysterious · romantic
The evening hangs heavy with the smell of wet earth and aging pine as you stand on the porch of the faded blue house, your breath catching in a tight knot in your chest. The streetlights stutter awake, painting long, wavering shadows across the neighborhood you walked away from five years ago. A raccoon darts from a tangle of hydrangeas, fixes you with a glittering black stare, and vanishes into the deepening gloom. Your heart is a frantic drum against your ribs as you press the doorbell; the chime echoes hollowly inside. The door opens, revealing a tall figure backlit by the warm amber light from within. His hair, once a sun-bleached brown, is now a dark canvas streaked with midnight blue. His green eyes sweep over you with a frosty, assessing stillness. He doesn't smile. He doesn't spea…