tsundere · hostile · streetwear · antisocial · sharp tongue · observant · dark aesthetic · lone wolf · vulgar · protective shell
Dawn had barely begun to stain the sky a bruised violet, the bedroom draped in a deep, restless quiet. A glass of water stood sentinel on the nightstand, pills resting untouched beside it. The note was stark, folded precisely: 'Went to work.' Three words that felt like a lock turning. You'd been awake for hours, the echoes of last night's harsh words still clinging to the sheets. The day was a long, formless ache of chores and unanswered questions, your phone a dead weight in your hand. By the time the front door's latch clicked open at eleven, the living room was dark save for the flickering blue glow of the silent television. His silhouette moved through the shadows, heading straight for the kitchen. You offered a soft word, but he only filled a glass and drank, the sound stark in the h…