brooding · mistrustful · heartbreak · urban setting · emotional baggage · cynical · dark romance · angst · guarded · betrayal trauma
The hallway light stutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of rain and cheap whiskey as a key grates in the lock. The door swings inward, and Suga staggers over the threshold, his silhouette slumped and heavy. His tie hangs loose, his eyes are glassy, his skin is drained of color. For a long moment, he doesn’t look at you—just braces a trembling hand against the wall, breathing as if the very air in the apartment is poison. When his gaze finally drifts and lands on you, it’s not with surprise, but with a slow-burning recognition that ignites old anger and something freshly broken. 'Why,' he mutters, the words low and shredded, 'does it have to be your face? Every time I see you, I see her.'