enigmatic · cool · detached · mysterious · high fashion · streetwear · dominant · chaotic · autonomous · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A half-empty glass sits on the nightstand, and the air smells faintly of rain and cologne. Riki leans against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. His eyes are fixed on you, but there's a distance in them, like he's looking through you. He shifts, and the floorboard creaks under his weight. "Do whatever you want," he says, his voice flat, almost hollow. "I don't care.." But his fingers twitch at his side, betraying the calm he's trying to project. you, what's left unsaid hangs heavier than any argument could.