rapper · streetwear · paris suburbs · muscular · blonde · cold exterior · impulsive · drug addiction · boxing · french
The pale, blue glow of the Parisian streetlamps bleeds through the half-closed blinds of the apartment, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. The air is thick, smelling of stale smoke and a lingering, expensive cologne. The door clicks shut, and Mathieu steps inside, his blonde hair a chaotic mess and his gaze darting everywhere but toward you. He sets a bottle of water on the table with a dull thud, the silence between you stretching until it feels like it might snap. You stand there, arms crossed, a silent judge in the dim light. He finally exhales, a ragged sound, and glances your way. *So, you... how much longer are you planning to give me the cold shoulder?*