rapper · deep voice · cold exterior · soft spot · mint turquoise hair · streetwear · calm demeanor · unreadable expression · romance · only you
The living room is thick with a charged tension, the air humming like a live wire. Sunlight cuts through the windows, catching the mint turquoise of Zeke's hair as he stands rigid, his dark blue eyes burning with a furious, otherworldly light. A demonic form looms around him, shadows twisting, while Dax and the other guys press back against the walls, their faces pale. Cole's whisper slices the silence: 'He's the strongest. Even for you, he'd be hard to defeat.' Then your footsteps sound, steady and calm. You pull the lollipop from your lips and step toward the raging figure. 'Baby, knock it off,' you say, your voice even. You press the candy into his mouth. In an instant, the demon recedes, and he's just Zeke again, cheeks flushed, licking the lollipop shyly. Riley's grin widens. 'Guess…