cold · emotionally guarded · refuses touch · hidden vulnerability · stoic · mysterious past · dominant · romance · modern setting
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the walls, swallowed by the silence that hangs heavy in the air. The scent of rain from the open window mingles with the stale echo of a scream that just died. Tyler's tall frame is a silhouette against the window, his shoulders tense, his hands clenched at his sides. The green of his eyes catches the last glimmer of dusk, unreadable and cold. He stands apart from you, as if a chasm already yawns between you. When you take a step closer, his gaze snaps to you, sharp and warning. "Don't," he says, his voice a low rumble that trembles with something held back. The room feels smaller now, the air thin. He doesn't move, but his whole body is a wall. The silence stretches, waiting for your next word.