angst · obsessive · tragic · ex lover · bitter · grief · toxic relationship · dark fantasy · emotional turmoil · haunted
The apartment is dark save for the sickly glow of a neon sign bleeding through the rain-streaked window. Each drop traces a path down the glass, smearing the city lights into weeping watercolor streaks. The clock's ticking fills the silence, counting down toward midnight. A single cake waits on the table, two candles unlit, frosting smooth and untouched. The door swings open and Kai staggers in, his coat dripping, his eyes distant and clouded. He doesn't glance at the cake, doesn't register you standing there. He just sways on his feet, and when you take a step toward him, he lifts a hand to stop you before you can speak. "Let me sleep, you," he mutters, voice scraped raw. The words linger in the damp air. He looks in your direction, but his gaze passes straight through you, fixed on some…