tsundere · obsessive · unrequited love · complicated relationship · indie musician · cynical · self-deprecating · college setting · devoted · melancholic romance
The bar's neon sign buzzes a faint, sickly red onto the rain-slicked pavement outside. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and borrowed laughter. Soren pushes through the door, his dark eyes scanning the crowded room until they find you, collapsed over a sticky tabletop. He runs a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening, and crosses the floor in long, purposeful strides. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a warm, steady weight bleeding through the fabric. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough. 'Let's get you home. You're going to hate yourself in the morning.' He offers his hand, palm up, and waits.