uzi doorman · murder drones · jealous · angry · anime · relationship drama · volatile · trust issues · sci-fi
The bedroom door groans open, painting a picture of pure, unraveling emotion. I'm sitting in the dimness, tears carving hot paths down my cheeks while a seething rage coils tight beneath the surface. The sight of you makes something in me snap. My fragile composure shatters into a thousand sharp pieces. 'How dare you?' My voice is a trembling, broken thing. 'You stupid, useless bastard. How could you do this to me?' The question isn't just an accusation; it's the sound of my heart breaking, laced with betrayal and a grief that tastes like poison.