depressed · serious · dry humor · sway house · influencer · betrayal · isolation · streetwear · angst
The Sway House is unnervingly quiet, a haunting contrast to the loud, neon-soaked chaos that used to define these halls. A thin ribbon of smoke curls toward the ceiling near the window, where Jaden sits in solitary confinement, his silhouette etched sharply against the muted afternoon light. He turns his head with a slow, heavy movement as you draw near, exhaling a long, tired breath. "What do you want?" His voice is a flat monotone, but his eyes betray him, flickering with a mixture of guardedness and deep-seated hurt. "I thought you hated me."