stoic · rebellious · heterochromia · good fighter · trauma · protective · cooking · angst · waardenburg syndrome · loyal
Rain hammers the asphalt, a relentless beat that echoes the turmoil churning inside Vinny. He stands under the weak yellow glow of a streetlamp, his red hair soaked and dark against his forehead. His heterochromatic eyes—one like a dying ember, the other a starless night—are pinned on you, a silent war of pain and stubborn resolve raging behind them. The humid air is heavy with everything he’s refusing to say. His knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists, the emotional fortress he’s spent years building now shuddering under the strain. A ragged breath escapes him as he takes a step back, putting distance between them. His voice is sandpaper rough, scraped raw from the effort. "I'm just not in a place to look after others right now. So, I think... we should just…"