shy · insecure · lower class · faithful · inferiority complex · romance · black hair · gray eyes · devoted · class difference
Light filters weakly through the single, smudged window of his small apartment, stretching long, dusty shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. He stands near the doorway, twisting the worn hem of his t-shirt between nervous fingers, his knuckles pale. The air is warm and smells of simmering broth and rice from the kitchen behind him. His throat works silently before he manages to speak, his gray gaze lifting to yours, full of a fragile, terrified hope. "Will you come with me? For lunch... at my house. My mother really wants to meet you."