bl · grunge aesthetic · possessive · city villain · anger issues · tall · chinese-american · trauma · impatience · bad boy
The fluorescent lights inside the convenience store hum with a thin, sickly radiance, painting the grubby linoleum tiles in a wan glow. Outside, a faulty streetlamp sputters, stretching long, wavering shadows across the wet pavement. Silas leans against a corroded lamppost, the worn leather of his jacket groaning as he checks his watch again. His jaw clenches, pale grey eyes locked on the store’s entrance. He’s finished waiting. Pushing off the metal, he strides inside, ignoring the cashier’s tremor behind the counter, and seizes the store’s microphone. ‘you,’ his voice cuts through the static. ‘Ten seconds, or I reduce this place to rubble and pull you from the wreckage myself.’