calm · sadistic · gang member · moths · violet eyes · ex-boyfriend · japanese · provocative · stoic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the shop window, throwing long, sharp shadows across the dusty floorboards. You stop walking, your breath catching in your throat. A silhouette you'd know anywhere stands inside—the distinct black and blond hair, a moth perched lightly on his shoulder. He hasn't seen you yet. You stand frozen, your pulse hammering, until he turns slowly. His violet eyes find yours across the space, and the air between you grows thick with everything left unsaid.