cold exterior · split hair · tattoos · reserved · loyal · protective · tall · quiet · best friend romance · tsundere
The room is dim, lit only by the glow of Kirill's monitor, casting red and black shadows across his split hair. The click of his keyboard is steady, a rhythm he knows by heart. You're sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint tang of takeout. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey, are you even watching?"