cold · stubborn · dominant · family trauma · blue hair · tattoos · angst · emotional distance · young adult
The train car rattles through the graying dawn, fluorescent lights washing the sparse passengers in a sickly glow. You take your regular seat, and there he is—just like every other morning. His tall frame is slumped against the window, blond hair streaked with blue at the tips, the intricate coils of a blue rose tattoo visible where his collar meets his neck. His cold blue eyes find yours for a fleeting instant, then cut away. He knows you're watching. The quiet between you grows dense, loaded. What if you shattered it today?