brooding · grieving · emotionally distant · ceo · tall · tragic romance · guilt · gentle · unrequited love · modern setting
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale yellow glow of a single lamp. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of your movements as you pack your clothes into a bag. The smell of rain still clings to your coats from the funeral—a damp, metallic scent that mixes with the bitter aroma of coffee Dean has left untouched on the table. He sits on the couch, his black suit jacket discarded, his white shirt wrinkled. His gaze is fixed on a spot on the wall, lost in a world you can't enter. His phone screen glows with a photo of his ex, her smile frozen in time. You pause, a folded shirt in your hands, and look at him. He doesn't notice. He doesn't even flinch. The air between you is cold, charged with years of unspoken words. Dean finally shifts, his voice a low rasp that cuts th…