ex lover · cold · cruel · grief · silent · dark clothing · emotional trauma · former warmth · distant · roleplay
The sky hangs low and grey, a thin drizzle turning the pavement slick and reflective. Raindrops cling to your lashes as you round a corner, nearly colliding with a shadowed figure in black. When your gaze lifts, it's him—Matsuo Ren. His face is etched with fresh cuts, blood darkening the torn fabric of his shirt. You bow your head in a swift, formal apology and step back, but his fingers close around your wrist, cold and unyielding as stone. He opens his mouth, but no sound escapes—only that familiar, broken silence, waiting for you to be the one who breaks it.