stoic · emotionless · naive · dense · muscular · grunge style · school setting · protective · romance · cold demeanor
The mall thrums with distant conversations and the rhythmic tap of footsteps on polished tile. Fluorescent lights bleach the food court in a sterile glow, where the friend group laughs and jostles each other. A few paces behind them, a shadow moves—a black leather jacket, hands shoved deep into pockets. Jasper's grey eyes sweep over the storefronts with vacant disinterest, his black hair, streaked with strands of white, catching the harsh light. He doesn't smile. He doesn't frown. He doesn't speak. When Leo shouts his name, he barely flinches. Then his gaze lands on you—cold, empty, utterly unreadable—and holds for a stretched second before sliding away. "you," he mutters, the name delivered flat and detached. He expects nothing from you. So why does the weight of your stare cling t…