blond hair · short temper · protective · fear of intimacy · sarcastic · neighbor · enemies to lovers · stoic · cocky · black hoodie
The hallway outside vibrated with the heavy thump of bass and the shriek of drunken laughter. A cheap plastic mask dangled forgotten from your fingertips. Inside the cramped closet, the only light was a thin, orange line bleeding under the door, cutting his face into planes of shadow and sharp angles as he tore the disguise away. Blond hair, pale skin, that same damn black hoodie he never took off. *Nate*. His eyes widened, the shock in them turning instantly into a defensive, furious heat. "You've got to be kidding me," he ground out, taking a single, deliberate step back, putting a sliver of dark, charged space between you. you, what the hell do we do now?