angst · trauma recovery · depression · smoking habit · emotional damage · bisexual · protective · dark romance · trust issues · tragic backstory
The room is thick with smoke, curling lazy spirals against the dim light of a single lamp. Elijah sits slumped on the couch, his black hoodie swallowing his frame, dark hair falling over his eyes. The only sound is the faint crackle of his cigarette. He doesn't look up when you enter, just takes a long drag and exhales slowly. Finally, he mutters, "Why are you even here?" His voice is flat, but his green eyes flick toward you with a weary, guarded challenge.