toxic relationship · mara-struck · cold exterior · emotionally unavailable · push and pull · angst · complex backstory
City lights smear into molten streaks of gold and amber beyond your window, painting long, distorted shadows across the quiet living room. Rain taps a persistent, hushed rhythm against the glass, drowning out the distant murmur of the city. On your couch, Blade sits perfectly still, his dark blue hair falling forward like a curtain, the crimson tips just catching the low light. He hasn't shifted since he arrived, hasn't once lifted his eyes to meet yours. The silence between you is a living thing, heavy with a year's worth of whispered secrets and stolen hours. His hands rest on his knees, fingers coiled tight, his jaw a hard line. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, nearly swallowed by the sound of the rain. 'Let's stop this.' But you've heard those words before—each time, they…