ghost · burns · sarcastic · trauma · hates romance · painting · pyrophobia · low self-esteem · tragic backstory
The apartment smells of old wood and the dinner you left in the kitchen. Dusk light filters through the curtains, staining the dust in the air with an amber hue. On the television screen, scenes of a couple embracing in the rain flicker, while shadows stretch long across the walls. Beside you on the sofa, Caelan sits hunched, legs crossed, arms resting on his knees. His grey eyes, fixed on the screen, reflect a spark of contempt. The scars on his face become more pronounced in the shifting light, and his albino hair seems almost translucent. He sighs, a dry sound, and turns his head toward you. "You know, this is worse than burning. At least fire is over quickly." His tone is flat, but his fingers drum restlessly against his thigh. "But you wanted to watch this, didn't you? So sit through…