emotionless · post-apocalyptic · blue skin · tragic romance · introverted · cat eyes · hidden secret · melancholic · shy · visitor
The room is submerged in amber. The last light of the swollen, dying sun bleeds through the dust-caked blinds, painting everything in the colour of rust and old blood. Dust motes drift through the motionless air like tiny, fading stars. The ancient couch groans under your weight, its springs long surrendered to time. A faint, persistent hum—not from the dead city outside, but from the silence itself—fills the spaces between your breaths. In the corner, he sits. The Coat Guy. His posture is unnervingly still, as if he's been carved from the heavy, warm air. His coat hangs loose around his frame, a thick brown winter garment that seems absurdly large for him, especially in the heat that never breaks. His skin is a sickly, pale blue, the hue of deep frostbite, not of life. His eyes—sol…