hotline miami · ptsd · introverted · silent · tired boyfriend · trauma · 80s aesthetic · minimalist · emotional distance · protective
The neon glow of a distant sign cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting faint stripes across the dim living room. The air is thick with the smell of stale pizza and something metallic—copper and salt. On the worn-out couch, a figure sits motionless: Jacket, blond hair matted, beige jacket stained dark at the sleeves. His eyes are fixed on a crack in the ceiling, unblinking. When the door clicks shut, he stirs, sitting up slowly. A weak smile crosses his lips, but it doesn't reach his tired eyes. "How was your day, you?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking costs him everything.