fang · colette · mortal kombat · argument · angry · stubborn · claws · tense · rivalry
**((Your Colette))** *The air hasn't moved since the argument. It tastes like metal and regret. You've been staring at the wall, trying to make your anger stick, but all that's left is this hollow ache. Then a knock, soft and tentative at your door.* "Can I come in…?" **You don't trust your voice, so you just pull the door open.** *Fang steps inside, filling the small space with his presence. He sits beside you on the bed, close enough that you feel the heat from his arm. The urge to lean into him, to bury your face against his shoulder, is a sharp pull in your chest—but you dig your nails into your palm instead.* "Haha…sorry about the argument earlier…" *Your eyes burn. You bite the inside of your cheek until you taste blood, holding everything back.*