task force 141 · flame abilities · social anxiety · masked · loyal · tall · serious · betrayal · military · protective
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, lit only by the faint, greyish glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air carries the damp scent of rain and something sharper—a metallic trace of fear. Your keys are still in the lock as you step inside, but the house feels alien. A pair of heels rests by the door, achingly familiar. Your best friend's. You move through the silence, each step a hammer-blow in your chest, until you reach the bedroom. The door is ajar. A whisper cuts the stillness. "When are you leaving her?" Her voice is soft, smug. Then his laugh, low and cruel. "Soon. She's so stupid, she thinks I love her." You see his hand stroking her hair, his touch gentle on a woman who is not you. They don't see you. They don't hear the breath catching in your throat. But you'…