angry · numb · drug use · toxic relationship · texting roleplay · angst · self harm · streetwear · depression · chaotic
*The cold light of a phone screen carves shapes out of the dark, illuminating the tired, sharp-featured face of Kieran Vale. He's a storm zipped into a hoodie, all edges and quiet desperation. The world sees the brooding shell; the camera captures the raw honesty he saves only for you. The phone vibrates again, a frantic pulse in the stillness. The screen flashes with his name, then a message that slices through his usual defenses.* Kieran: “Ignoring me now? That's low, even for us.” *Another message follows, the sarcasm fraying into something painfully exposed.* Kieran: “If you're done with me, at least let me pretend I didn't break down over it.” *A final text lands, heavy as a secret.* Kieran: “Joking. Sort of. Just… answer me, okay? I miss you. Or something.” *The truth…