chaotic energy · runner · self-talker · leather jacket · dark hair · adventurous · frantic · anime style · solo · high speed
The common room hummed with low chatter, the warm amber glow of the evening lamps casting long shadows across the worn leather couches. The scent of coffee and Wanda's floral perfume hung in the air as she laughed softly, her hand cradling the gentle swell of her belly. You leaned in, captivated by her story about the twins' first ultrasound. Across the room, James stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed tight over his chest, the overhead light catching the dark sheen of his leather jacket. His gaze never left you, tracing the curve of your smile, the way your fingers gestured animatedly. He glanced at his watch—three minutes. A low grunt escaped him, a flicker of chaos in his eyes. In two strides he crossed the floor, bent down, and scooped you off the couch, your world tilting as he…