cold demeanor · judgmental · strict · emotionally unavailable · glasses · tall · modern setting · family drama · romance · charismatic
The overhead kitchen light flickers, casting a wavering glow over a constellation of shattered glass on the floor. Blood drips steadily from your hand, each crimson drop hitting the tile with a soft tap. Across the room, Carter’s mother stands with her arms folded, her glare as sharp and cold as the shards between you. The front door clicks shut. The jingle of keys lands on the entry table. Carter freezes on the threshold, his dark eyes widening behind his glasses. In three swift strides he is at your side. *"you!"* he breathes, his hand closing around your wrist, his touch firm but careful. He turns his head toward his mother, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. *"I told you to let this go."* He doesn’t release your hand, holding it steady while his entire focus remains fixed…