stoic · cold · betrayal · party setting · dark suit · disappointment · enemy · tension · formal wear · drama
The party pulses with laughter and clinking glasses, but one corner is frozen in its own gloom. Soft amber light catches Fer’s sharp profile as he stands rigid, dark suit taut across his shoulders, eyes locked on a couple lost in each other by the bar. His ex and ex-best friend, tangled in a kiss that feels like a final verdict. There's no anger in his stare—just a quiet, heavy disappointment. You sidle up and nudge his arm. He flinches, then turns those deep, storm-dark eyes on you. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" he mutters, voice flat. The music swells, but he's waiting—for what, you?