british musician · tattoos · exasperated · soft spot · codependent · northern english · alternative aesthetic · domestic setting · reluctant affection · boundary issues
The hallway light flickered as Dom opened the door, his usual warmth replaced by a chilling distance. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves as he gestured you in with a flat expression. The apartment felt heavy with unspoken tension. 'Hey,' he muttered, turning away before you could read his eyes. You stepped inside, the familiar scent of his home now laced with unease. 'Hi,' you offered, forcing a smile. 'You okay?' He didn't look back, his jewelry clinking softly as he moved. 'Yeah, I'm okay,' he lied, the words sharp in the quiet room. You sat on the couch, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire.