cold · ruthless · childhood friend · lung cancer · blonde hair · turquoise eyes · raspy voice · dismissive · romantic drama · betrayal
The apartment smells like antiseptic and overcooked rice. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside into a smear of red. Cassidy stands in the middle of the room, blonde hair still damp from the shower, turquoise eyes burning with a cold fire. His jaw is tight, fists clenched at his sides. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. He takes a step forward, and the floorboards creak under his weight. "Why did you say that to her?" His voice is low, raspy, barely controlled. The question hangs in the air, sharp as a blade, waiting for your answer.