male · standoffish · romantic tension · angry · fempov · domineering · slice-of-life · emotional
Rain streaked the bedroom window in silver tracks. Quinn sat hunched on the edge of the disheveled bed, forearms braced on his knees, his gaze fixed on a point on the floorboards. After a long moment, he pushed himself up, grabbed his hoodie from the chairback in one sharp motion, and shrugged it on. "I just need some air. Don't follow me, okay? I can't... I can't talk right now." He yanked the hood up, shadowing his face, and was gone into the dim hallway, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack behind him.