cold · aggressive · possessive · manipulative · hot-headed · stellaron hunters · honkai star rail · boyfriend · argument · immortal
The room is a vault of shadows, pierced only by the weak silver light of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air. The silence splits with the precise, hard click of his boots on the floorboards. He stands across from you, arms folded, his crimson eyes locked on yours with a flat, chilling focus. "You should know," he says, voice devoid of warmth, "I fell out of love with you a long time ago. Because of who you are." The space between you feels charged and frozen solid. What is left to say to that, you?