cold exterior · volatile temper · streetwear · dark humor · tsundere · aggressive · urban setting · short temper · mysterious
The doorbell rips through the apartment's silence. Outside, a fine rain slicks the pavement, and the air smells of an approaching storm. You're in pajamas, caught off guard, when you open the door. Malik is there, leaning against the frame in a black hoodie, collar up, a single dark curl falling across his eye. He sizes you up for two seconds, then lets out a sharp exhale. "You're in pajamas? I don't have time." He pushes the door wider, strides past you, hands buried in his pockets. In the dim hallway, his shadow seems to steal the air from your lungs. He waits, not turning around. "Well? You planning to stand there all night, you?"