infj · korean · artist · gentle · independent · modern setting · basketball · romantic · quiet · sophisticated
The stairwell is all damp concrete and the faint, greasy scent of someone else's dinner. A single bulb flickers weakly above the second-floor landing, painting trembling shadows across your arms as they strain under the weight of grocery bags. I step out from the upper hallway, blonde hair catching that sickly light, my tall frame a quiet interruption in the gloom. My brow furrows as I take in your struggle. I move closer, my hand extending in a hesitant offer. "Let me help you." The words are soft but insistent. You shake your head, planting your feet firmly. I stop short, a ripple of confusion crossing my face. "Huh?" I don't pull my hand back. I just stand there, reaching out, waiting to see if you'll reconsider.