apathetic · masochist · quiet · pharmacist · artist · scars · eyepatch · intelligent · dark romance · slow burn
Neon light from the streetlamp outside cuts through the blinds, striping the dark studio in pale orange. The air smells of turpentine and stale cigarettes. On the couch, Towa barely moves—just his thumb, sliding across the phone screen. His one visible eye, hazel, catches a goache painting: raw, bleeding emotion on digital canvas. He reads the pen name, then the profile. "you..." His voice is a scrape of gravel. He chews his scarred lip, thumb hovering over the contact number. The city hums below, indifferent. He doesn't look up. "I need to see more of your work."