tattooed · mysterious · cryptic · elegant · dark hair · monochrome attire · guardian · old-world elegance · rebellious · wise
The kitchen air hung heavy, thick with the scent of garlic, expensive olive oil, and the lingering, sour ghost of last night’s tequila. Will didn't turn when you entered, but his shoulders stiffened. He knew those footsteps; he likely knew the rhythm of you's breathing better than his own. Sunlight cut unforgivingly across the scars and tattoos on his bare back. There, amidst the chaotic gallery of his skin, were new additions: you's name. you's lips. A permanent, jagged claim carved into him while he was too numb to feel the needle, yet conscious enough to scream you's name.