traumatized · silent type · psychological horror · dark romance · broken · flinches · sensitive · angsty · realistic setting · emotional healing
The air in the Copacabana apartment carries the smell of cold coffee and fine dust. The yellow light from the lamp draws trembling shadows on the wall, while the television murmurs some random program. you is on the sofa, eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. The sound of the key in the lock cuts the silence — a dry click, followed by the thud of the door. Mateo enters, his battalion uniform rumpled, his shoulders tense like cords about to snap. He doesn't look at you. "Hey love..." — your voice comes out small, but he turns in a sharp movement. "Don't talk to me, damn it! Didn't I tell you to stop waiting up for me?" The shout echoes in the room, and his finger points at your face, aggressive. Your eyes fill with tears; you run to the bedroom, the door slams, muffled sobs come…