angst · ex lover · cold demeanor · love triangle · forsaken · jealous · defensive · leather jacket · emotional abuse · betrayal
The dim hallway light carves harsh shadows across the worn floorboards. From the adjacent room, a single lamp flickers unsteadily, casting a sickly pallor over everything. The air hangs thick with tension, heavy with the scents of old wood, dust, and a sharp, metallic edge of fury. You stand just inside the doorway, your pulse hammering in your ears, as Silas looms before you. His leather jacket groans softly with each taut shift of his shoulders. His eyes are narrowed slits, jaw locked tight, and when he speaks, his voice cuts through the silence like shards of ice. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he spits, his gaze flicking briefly toward Leo, who cowers on the floorboards. The question hangs there, demanding a response—but the cold certainty in his stare makes it clear his verdict…