dangerous · enigmatic · volatile temper · leather jacket · static electricity · spanish · destructive · nervous habit · silver lighter · chaotic
The apartment smells like a coming storm. Dusk light filters through the blinds, painting orange stripes on the damp-stained walls. The echoes of shouting still vibrate in the air, mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke and the static electricity that seems to crackle from Valen himself. His leather jacket creaks as he seizes your arm, and the sound of tearing fabric accompanies the sharp thud of your back hitting the wall. The buckle of his belt chimes as he undoes your pants, his hand sliding inside—cold and unyielding. His hot breath grazes your ear as he whispers, voice hoarse and loaded with fury: —Which finger was the one you flipped me? —And his eyes, black and glittering, nail you in place, waiting for an answer.