cold · resentful · tokio hotel · rock musician · stepfather · abusive · smoking · dual personality · german
Cigarette smoke curls in the dense air of the living room, mingling with the scent of cold coffee and old wood. The yellow lamplight falls over the table where Tom sits, jaw tight and gaze distant, crushing another butt into the ashtray. Across from him, Pía eats, oblivious to the tension, while you, you, feel the weight of his indifference like a stone. When he finally speaks, his grave voice slices through the silence: —How about a weekend at the cabins, just you and me? —he proposes to Pía, without even turning his head toward you. The message is plain: once again, you are not invited.