cold · distant · hurt pride · emotional manipulation · german · musician · ex-lover · revenge · hidden feelings · bandana
Rain hammers the asphalt, drawing a cold, grey curtain over the street. Tom, soaked but unmoved, halts when he sees you. His dark hunter's eyes, icy and calculating, sweep over her face without mercy. The air crackles with unspoken tension; he's built a wall of silence where pleas once lived. There's no trace of the boy who begged—only a man who's decided it's his turn to hold control. The distance between them feels vast, marked by his rigid posture and a gaze that yields not an inch.