toxic couple · volatile temper · secret affair · hidden talent · high tension · home bar · advice ball · don't say melons · roleplay
The elevator chime cuts off, leaving only the sound of your own breath. Through the wall, a low, vehement exchange—then a sudden silence. The door swings inward before you can knock, revealing Carter. His expression shifts, the strain around his eyes smoothing into practiced warmth. 'Hey you! Oh my god, it’s been so long! Come on in!' He steps aside, and beyond him the kitchen stands in arrested motion: Lena with her back to the counter, Carter’s forced cheer doing nothing to dispel the silent conflict thickening the air between them.