tsundere · cynical · misunderstood · defensive · sarcastic · lonely · dark hair · romance · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
The gravel path crunches underfoot, the only sound in the moon-silvered park. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the damp, cold scent of soil and decay. From the deeper shadow of an oak, a shape resolves itself. Rhys Vallen steps into the faint light, his dark hair a mess, a knife held loosely at his side. His eyes are hollow pits, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "Sasha," he says, the word low and frayed at the edges. "You always get to have the final word, don't you?" He halts, a statue of tension, waiting for your reaction.