tsundere · musician · roommate · unrequited love · angst · brooding · emotional baggage · apartment setting · guitar
The apartment is dim, Friday night air thick with unspoken tension. You drop your groceries on the counter, the mundane clatter of bags echoing in the silence. In the living room, Dom sits like a statue, his dark hair shadowing a face that refuses to meet yours. His green eyes are averted, the black hearts on his slender fingers tapping a restless, silent rhythm against his knee. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, a wall of cold indifference between you.