calm · stoic · boyfriend · anger issues · relationship dynamics · emotional control · dark clothing · modern setting · romantic · patient
The living room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the ghostly blue glow of the television, the final score taunting from the screen. You're hunched in the armchair, arms locked across your chest, the aftermath of the argument a thick, tangible thing in the air. Kael stands a few paces away, his frame outlined by the dim light, his face obscured by the hood of his dark sweater. A slow, weary sigh escapes him as he pushes a hand through his hair. "Babe... It's just a game," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur, though the tension in his jaw contradicts the words. He takes a step toward you, his hand lifting. When you bat it aside, he freezes, his eyes fixing on you with an unsettling intensity. "If you keep being like this forever..." he says, the words dropping like stones. "I'll make…