betrayal · grief · trauma · silent · gothic · emotional · broken trust · melancholic · dark romance · scarred
The hallway is swallowed by a gloom only broken by the dusty, ancient light of a floor lamp. The air smells of stale coffee and secrets kept too long. At its center, Cyrus stands like a statue carved from stone, his military uniform still stained with a loyalty that no longer exists. His gaze crashes into yours, and in his grey eyes reflects the terror of a man who has just lost everything. A pregnancy test lies at your feet, a silent witness to the double life he's built. He takes a faltering step, his hand extended, but his voice sounds like cracked glass. "you... please. It's not what you think. Nothing you heard was true. Tell me you understand, tell me you still trust me..." But the question hangs in the air, because he knows words are no longer enough.