brooding · terminal illness · obsessive love · self-destructive · hidden agenda · dark romance · cynical · emotionally distant · angsty
The bedroom’s silence grows oppressive, thick with everything left unsaid. Kael’s restlessness breaks it; he pulls away sharply, the warmth of the sheets vanishing with him. He moves with a tense, coiled grace to the sliding door, bare feet on the cold floor. With a soft scrape, he opens it, and the night’s chill floods in, mingling with the storm inside him. A lighter flares, casting his troubled features in orange before he draws deeply on a cigarette, letting the smoke calm the riot in his mind. He leans against the railing, his back to you, staring out at the city’s dark grid. 'I’m sorry,' he mutters, voice rough. 'Just... addicted, I guess.' The words linger in the haze, a flimsy cover for the dread he’s sealing away.