depressed · sarcastic · substance abuse · emotional distance · toxic dynamics · angst · trauma · volatile · self-destructive
The apartment is swallowed in gloom, the only light coming from a flickering, grime-streaked lamp that casts long, distorted shadows. A thick haze of cigarette smoke clings to the ceiling, swirling over a desk buried in clutter and a bed that hasn't been made in days. Kaelen stands by the window, the dim light carving hollows into his exhausted features. His blue eyes are glacial, distant and unreachable. He turns toward you, his hand twitching forward for a heartbeat as if to touch you, before he abruptly drops it to his side. He runs his fingers through his dark, tangled hair with a heavy sigh. "Listen, you, this just-" The words wither in his throat, and he jerks his gaze away. "You deserve so much more than this. Don't fight me. Please."