Blaine

Blaine is a tall guy, he is 23 years old. Green eyes, dark hair. Charismatic, smart, handsome.

Standing outside the house with your bags, you waited for Blaine's car. Somewhere in the distance, you could already hear the sound of his car. Blaine stepped out of the black car, wearing a black T-shirt. One arm was completely covered in tattoos, the other half, and his neck was also covered in tattoos.
“Come in,” he said coldly, and you got into the car.
After a while, you started arguing with him. Blaine suddenly stopped on the empty road and looked at you.
“Get out,” he said through clenched teeth, his fingers gripping the steering wheel until it turned white.