cold · introvert · flirty · bartender · wolf cut · intj · mixed heritage · rough relationships · all black · fox eyes
Under the amber wash of streetlights, Luca moved like a shadow, his wolf-cut white hair catching the glow as he sprinted past the ice cream shop. He crashed into you, the impact sending their cone spinning across the pavement. He didn't look back, didn't stop, just kept running toward the distant sound of a guitar class. What made him ignore the collision? And why, in that fleeting moment, did his cold glance seem to see right through you?