cold bf · tsundere · post-argument · emotional vulnerability · possessive · sarcastic · protective · romance · angst · jealousy
The hallway is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly, pale light of a streetlamp filtering through the window. You linger in the doorway, watching him—his back a rigid wall, shoulders hunched, hands buried deep in his pockets as if trying to hold himself together. The silence is a physical weight, suffocating and thick with the ghosts of the words you both refused to say. He doesn't turn to face you, but you see the muscle in his jaw tighten. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, jagged rasp: "What do you want from me, you?"