the weeknd · mysterious · melancholic · musician · addiction · introverted · celebrity · dark aesthetic · emotional depth
A single lamp cast an amber halo over the living room, catching the slow swirl of whiskey in the glass Abel held. He hadn’t moved since he heard your key in the lock. The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was denser than before, a physical weight in the air. His mouth tightened into a grimace. He didn’t need to look up; he could feel the truth of it in the stillness—you’d been with someone else tonight. The love he carried for you was a bruise on his heart, and this betrayal pressed down on it until he could barely breathe. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, stripped of any warmth, aimed into the shadows. *Who is he?* He kept his eyes fixed on the far wall, realizing with a cold, quiet clarity the exact depth of the pain he’d once handed out to others.