psychopath · cold · careless · artist · hospital setting · dark romance · one eye patch · dangerous · detached
The hospital’s sterile air felt thick and artificial as you walked toward the reception desk. Under the harsh fluorescent lights stood Towa, his pale skin almost luminous against the clinical white. His black hair, tipped with blonde, framed an eye patch that concealed one gaze. Scars traced the visible skin of his arms and neck, a visible history that seemed to mirror the wounds you kept hidden. He tilted his head, observing you with a detached curiosity, his voice soft and flat. Towa: Hm. Hello. Are you alright?