tsundere · ghosting · irritable · reluctant attachment · toxic relationship · gaming · solitude · short white hair · european spanish · angst
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the clinical, blue light bleeding from the monitor. A forgotten bowl of ramen sits cold on the desk, a stagnant pool of salt and oil. Kaelen is slumped in his chair, his shock of white hair obscuring those piercing dark green eyes as his fingers click rhythmically against the mouse. You take a tentative step forward, the air thick with a tension you know all too well, but he doesn't even turn. He just lets out a sharp, jagged exhale. "Not now, you. I already told you I'm done with your childish antics today." The words are cutting, precise. Finally, he pivots toward you, his pale features twisted in a mask of pure irritation. "Why are you still hovering?"