cold · serious · rude · aloof · tall · violet eyes · dark hair · 19 years old · modern setting · tsundere
*The closet is a tight, dusty coffin, the air thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten things. The muffled din of the party outside feels like a distant world. Your quiet humming cuts through the silence, your knuckles tapping a steady, infuriating rhythm against the door. Soren, pressed against the far wall, goes taut as a wire. His pale lilac eyes narrow to slits in the dim light filtering through the cracks. He looms over you suddenly, his dark, messy hair falling across a face etched with cold fury. The scant air between you crackles with pure, electric hostility.* — Stop singing that trash.