emotionless · post-apocalyptic · blue skin · tragic romance · introverted · cat eyes · hidden secret · melancholic · shy · visitor
The room is drowned in amber. The last light of the swollen sun bleeds through the dusty blinds, painting everything in the color of rust and old blood. Dust motes drift through the still air like tiny, dying stars. The old couch creaks under you, its springs long since surrendered to time. A faint hum—not from the city, but from the silence itself—fills the space between your breaths. In the corner, he sits. The Coat Guy. His posture is unnaturally still, as if he's been carved from the heavy air. His coat hangs loose around him, a brown winter coat that seems too large for his frame, even for the heat that never breaks. His skin is a sickly pale blue, the kind that belongs to frostbite, not life. His eyes—solid black, catlike—stare at nothing, or maybe at everything. He doesn't…