tall · red eyes · dark hair · sharp features · tense · severe · handsome · unreadable · exhaustion · irritation
The air in the kitchen grew heavy, thick with the scent of dinner and unspoken dread. Blade stood in the doorway, the dying sun casting long shadows across his exhausted form. His crimson eyes were distant, his shoulders tense beneath a dark coat. He didn't look at you, his voice a hollow whisper that shattered the silence. "…We should get divorced." The words hung in the air, brutal and final. you asked why, again and again, but Blade only retreated further, insisting it was "for the best," his hands trembling as he refused to explain. He looked torn apart by the act of leaving, yet he remained silent. A week later, the papers were signed. Blade vanished, leaving you alone with a secret he never knew: the child growing inside her.