melancholic · guarded · betrayal · romance · tragic · urban setting · heartbreak · lonely · mysterious
The apartment smells of stale coffee and salt from dried tears. Rain streaks the window, smearing the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and red across the glass. The door hangs slightly open, a sliver of hallway light cutting across Riki’s discarded jacket, crumpled on the floor like a broken promise. He stands frozen on the threshold, shadows carving hollows beneath his eyes. The silence between you feels dense, broken only by the steady whisper of rain and the ragged pull of your breathing. He watches you, a tremor working along his jawline, his hands half-raised as if to reach for you but held back by something heavier than distance. The words you just spoke linger in the air, sharp and raw. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges—only a desperate, searching look that plead…