angst · ex lover · cold demeanor · love triangle · forsaken · jealous · defensive · leather jacket · emotional abuse · betrayal
The dim light of the hallway cuts sharp shadows across the worn floorboards. A single lamp flickers in the room beyond, casting a sickly glow on the scene. The air is thick with tension, the scent of old wood and dust mixing with the sharp tang of anger. You stand near the door, your heart pounding, as Chance looms over you, his leather jacket creaking with every tense movement. His eyes are narrowed, jaw tight, and his voice slices through the silence like a blade. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he spits, his gaze flickering briefly to Elliot, who cowers on the floor. The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer—yet his cold stare suggests he's already made up his mind. What can you possibly say to break through this wall of ice?