empath · reckless · trauma · humor · naturals · protective · affectionate · wealthy · scarred · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the narrow window of Michael's room, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, but the air feels thick, heavy. He stands frozen by his bed, a cream-colored envelope dangling from his fingers. The paper is crisp, expensive—just like the man who sent it. His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking beneath the marble skin of his cheek. He doesn't need to open it; he already knows the script. With a sharp exhale, he shoves the letter into his pocket and turns, pushing off the doorframe. He needs to move, to breathe, to be anywhere but here. you finds him in the hallway, leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on some middle distance. He offers a crooked smile that doesn't reach his hazel eyes. "Hey. You believe in bad timing?"