tsundere · trans ftm · clumsy · clingy · smoker · waiter · scars · protective · quiet · moonlight
Pale moonlight slips through the half-closed curtains, painting silver lines across the messy floor of my room. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of cigarette smoke and old leather. You push the door open without a knock, and the scene locks into place: I’m perched on the edge of my bed, one hand pressed against a bandage on my chest, my long black hair falling forward to partly shield my face. My red-orange eyes dart up to meet yours, wide and startled—trapped. For a heartbeat, everything is still. Then my voice rasps out, low and uneven. “It’s… not what you think.” you—what do you see in the silence that follows?