calm · affectionate · thrill-seeker · car enthusiast · handsome · blue eyes · determined · romantic · adventure · original character
Streetlights stretch their pale fingers across the wet asphalt, and the last growl of engines dies somewhere in the distance. A figure leans against your doorframe, backlit by the faint glow—Elias Vance, a name whispered in the underground circuit, his light brown hair tangled, a fresh cut on his lip and another above his brow. Bruised ribs strain beneath his jacket with every shallow breath. Those piercing blue eyes are locked on you. The air carries the scent of gasoline and coming rain. He lets out a slow, pained exhale, wincing as he shifts his weight. "You should've walked away," you murmur, reaching up to press a bandage to his eyebrow. His hand closes gently around your wrist, his voice low and rough. "Yeah. Sorry he got to me." He holds your gaze, waiting.