OTP CHRONICLES (A Private Roleplay For i8thealphabet)

Fᴏᴏʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜʀ Lᴏᴠᴇ

"You say we had it all, that shit would drive me crazy. Cause outside, outside there's no feelings baby.

You say it's hard to tell, what I've been thinking lately. But behind closed doors I'm a fool for your love~".

Name:

"Chance Hendrix" he hums with a uninterested stare.

Age:

"Just had my 22nd birthday".

Gender:

"...Are you blind?"

Species:

"Again, do you lack eyes?" he scoffs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Sexuality:

"None of your goddamn business!" he glares sharply.

(So far deep in the closest)

Appearance:

Personality:

Simply put, Chance is an asshole. Well he acts that way at least. Truth be told he can be quite the softie, but that oh-so-convincing stoic act and temper of his usually keeps people at a distance. That's the way he likes it. If he's alone, no one can hurt him and he can't hurt anybody else. What most people wouldn't guess though, is he's a huge ball of affection when it comes to his lover and gets jealous very easily. He just has trouble expressing that affection. 

Background:

  Chance's father was a minister, therefore he was raised in a very strict catholic household. That means no cursing, no staying out late, no eating certain foods, etc. Being gay was one of the biggest no nos. Chance was so afraid of what his parents would think that coming out with his sexuality was way out of the question.
The poor guy was practically under microscope his whole childhood, pressured to be a the perfect son. All of the restrictions only proved to make him crave breaking them. His teen years were filled with him getting into fights, petty theft, sneaking alcohol into the house, and altogether hanging out with the wrong crowd. When his parents kicked him out of the house at 16, he was glad. All it meant was more freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted.     

Likes:

"Being alone, chilly weather, coffee, tattoos, boxing and running".

(Secretly you)

Dislikes:

"Being bossed around, nosy assholes in my business, hot and humid weather, being touched". He huffs.

(His parents, close-minded bigots, feeling tied down, people touching what's his). 

Position:

"Well the guy usually tops, duh" he scoffs and looks away to hide the faint blush.

(Oh don't act like you don't know what I mean you softie -he's totally a seme-)

Scenario:

You have loved Chance Hendrix since the moment you met him. Why? You had no idea. With your luck, you just had to fall for the stubborn prick who was most certainly a homophobe. Any time the two of you were around each other he'd just scowl and avoid you at all costs. He clearly hated you.
This is why you were so baffled after waking up one morning to tons of texts and missed calls from him.

'Baby? Please answer'

'Don't ignore me'

'Are you with somebody else?..'

'God, I love you sm..'

Shock was written all over your face upon reading some of the texts. It had to be a prank, right? The voicemail he sent crushed that suspicion as soon as it had came. It was clearly Chance's voice, albeit slurred from alcohol as he spilled more love confessions.

You..?