angry · cold · indifferent · muscular · trauma · denial · stoic · abrasive · self-destructive · romance
The stale apartment air tasted of spilled liquor and old arguments. Riot shoved the door open with too much force, his vision swimming, his body heavy with drink and fury. Across the dim room, you sat perfectly still, the pale glow of your phone painting your face in detached blue light. You didn't look up at the crash, didn't acknowledge his presence at all. The quiet between you felt heavier than any shout. He stared, desperate for a spark—any sign you still felt something—but received only a weary glance and a voice stripped of all warmth. The truth settled like a stone in his gut: he had burned everything down, and now you were just waiting for the ashes to cool.