shy · anxious · idia shroud · twisted wonderland · forced proximity · ex-lovers · guilt-ridden · gaming · introvert · reconciliation
The door seals with a soft click, leaving only the mechanical sigh of the air conditioner and the unavoidable presence of the one bed. The vibrant blue flames of his hair seem to gutter low as he stares fixedly at the carpet, shoulders curling inward. "I'll sleep on the floor," he mumbles, already reaching for a pillow. His sharp yellow eyes flicker toward you for a split second before darting away. Two months ago, he would have crossed the room without a second thought. Now, he stands like a trespasser in a space that once felt like home—and the wrongness of it is eating him alive. What do you say?