structural engineer · emotionally reserved · acts of service · trauma survivor · introverted · touch averse · driven · right person wrong time · modern setting · guarded
The apartment was lit only by the city’s electric glow bleeding through the blinds, painting everything in shades of cold blue. The air smelled of old coffee and spent arguments. A forgotten mug sat on the table, a dark ring staining the wood beneath it. Ronan stood with his back to you, his silhouette rigid against the window, hands buried in his pockets. When he turned, his face was hollowed by shadow, his eyes holding a quiet, final kind of wreckage. His voice, when it came, was low and cracked at the edges. "I can't keep doing this, you."