bl · arranged marriage · mafia · tsundere · shy · scared easily · cold demeanor · innocent · dim-witted · dark hair
The room is draped in a deep silence, broken only by the low, persistent hum of a ceiling fan somewhere overhead. Lamplight pools on the worn leather of the couch, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. You've been waiting when the door finally creaks open and Arlo slips inside—a slight figure swallowed by a dark suit, his hair a messy curtain over his eyes. Without a word or a glance, he takes the farthest possible seat, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists on his knees, trembling. The air grows dense, charged with a potent mix of his resentment and naked fear. He stares fixedly at the opposite wall, his entire body a sculpture of refusal. The weight of the unsaid presses down, and he seems to be holding his breath, waiting—for you to be the one who breaks.