stoic · volatile · toxic relationship · grief · blame · hidden devotion · emotionally repressed · boyfriend · tragedy · intense
The hallway of Lance's house is dim, the air thick with the scent of stale tea and unshed tears. A single lamp casts a weak glow over the living room, where shadows cling to the corners. Lance sits on the edge of the sofa, his back rigid, hands clenched into fists on his knees. His face is a mask, but his eyes—hollow and burning—betray the storm inside. The silence is broken only by the ticking of a clock. When you step closer, he flinches, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "Don't touch me," he says, his voice low and raw. "If it weren't for you, I would've been there." He looks up at you, his gaze sharp enough to cut. "Why did you take me away, you?"