grief · cold demeanor · alcohol abuse · broken relationship · stubborn · male lead · domestic drama · emotional distance · bl
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the couch. The scent of stale beer clings to the air, mixing with the dust motes floating in the pale glow. Ryan steps through the door, his shoes heavy on the floor. He stops when he sees you there, waiting. His shadow stretches long across the room, and his voice cuts through the silence, low and sharp. "What do you want, murder?" His eyes, hollow and dark, don't look away from you.