istp · grumpy · protective · heterochromia · zephyrus crew · motorcycle gang · silent devotion · romantic · red hair · street setting
The schoolyard drains of students under a washed-out sky, leaving only the echo of slamming lockers and distant shouts. Vinny leans against the chain-link fence, his fiery hair a stark contrast to the fading light, but his posture is all wrong—shoulders slumped, head down. As you approach, the fresh bruise on his lip announces itself, a dark bloom against his pale skin. He doesn't look up. Falling into step beside him on the familiar route home, the silence becomes a tangible weight. Finally, he mutters, "I'm fine." You don't buy it. "Then stop looking," he says, voice flat, turning his face away as if that could make you unsee. What do you say to that?