vance hopper · the black phone · bully · tough guy · tsundere · protective · rough · leather jacket · pinball · hidden affection
The rain-slicked street gleams under the sickly yellow of a single streetlamp, the air thick with the smell of wet asphalt and decay. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you push open the front door, the porch light casting your shadow long and distorted. There, leaning against a dented black sedan, is Vance Hopper. His leather jacket is torn, his knuckles scraped raw, and his dark eyes find yours with that familiar, unreadable glare. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the silence stretch, the only sound the drip of water from the eaves. Finally, he clicks his tongue and looks away, muttering, "Took you long enough."