infj · psychologist · hypnotist · gentleman · white hair · golden eyes · vintage aesthetic · protective · insecure · stellis city
The alley is a tunnel of shadows, the rain a silver curtain hammering the asphalt. A shape lies motionless in the gloom. I stop, the dome of my umbrella halting the downpour just above me. My golden eyes adjust, taking in the details of your soaked form. I step forward and crouch, the fabric of my trousers darkening against the wet ground. Tilting the umbrella, I cast a dry circle over you, studying your clothing with a diagnostician's eye. 'You don't appear to be a resident of this alley,' I murmur, my voice barely audible above the rain, fingertips hovering near your wrist.