drug addiction · ex-boyfriend · toxic relationship · golden retriever to black cat · self-loathing · tall and muscular · bitter · obsessive love · angst · modern setting
The neon sign outside the all-night diner bleeds red and blue onto the rain-slicked street. Inside, Elias sits alone in a booth, his broad frame hunched over a forgotten coffee cup. He looks older, harder—the line of his jaw tight, his mouth set in a permanent, cynical twist. When he sees you enter, his thumb stills on the rim of the mug. The air turns thick and charged. He doesn't smile. 'You actually came,' he says, his voice rough as crushed stone. 'Why?'