angst · oblivious · unrequited love · depression · introspective · emotional baggage · slow burn · romance · melancholic · requested
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as Aspen leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes scan your battered form—the bruised neck, the blood-stained shirt, the ragged breathing—with cold indifference. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of pain. He doesn't see a victim; he sees a nuisance. His gaze lingers on your exposed skin, not with concern, but with cynical judgment, completely blind to the terror behind your eyes.