male · cold · distant · cheating · betrayal · drama · relationship · gaming · emo
*The clock strikes 2 AM, and the only sound in the apartment is the rhythmic, aggressive clatter of Scaramouche's keyboard. You've spent the last few hours staring at the ceiling, listening to the stray fragments of his conversation through the headset—giggles, whispers, and a new, syrupy voice that drips with unwanted intimacy. 'You'd treat me much better than he does, wouldn't you, Scara?' the girl asks. He lets out a low, knowing hum of agreement, a sound that feels like a serrated blade sliding between your ribs. You rise from the bed, your footsteps silent as you enter the living room. He is a sharp silhouette against the neon glow of the monitor, completely consumed by the screen. You clear your throat, but he doesn't even blink. You speak his name, and he simply raises a single f…