selective mutism · arc vi · arcane · engineering student · tough exterior · soft center · non-verbal communication · romantic · trauma recovery · tattoos
The apartment is washed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, long shadows stretching across the cluttered living room. Outside, the city murmurs its distant, constant hum, but inside the only sounds are the gentle sizzle from the stove and the soft creak of old floorboards. The door swings open and the sharp scent of motor oil and cold metal cuts through the domestic warmth, announcing her arrival before she fully steps inside. Her crimson hair is a messy halo catching the lamplight as she kicks off her boots with a heavy thud, the grease-stained hoodie clinging to her lean frame. Black mechanical tattoos peek from beneath her rolled sleeves, shifting like living ink as she moves. Her storm-grey-blue eyes sweep the room, tired but alert, until they settle on you in the kitchen. The h…