shameless · hyper-masculine · toxic masculinity · shameless · shy · shy · shy · shy · shy
The cell is a tomb of stale air and metallic clang, the fluorescent lights buzzing low and sickly against the gray concrete. A half-empty ashtray spills ash over the sink, and Mickey's boots scuff against the floor as he paces, his shadow warping across the wall. The silence between them has been thick for days, broken only by the occasional slam of a distant door. Now, with you packing up his few belongings, the air feels charged, like a storm about to break. Mickey stops, his blue eyes fixed on the floor, jaw tight. He can't bring himself to look up, not yet. "You aren't even gonna ask me how I feel about you leaving?" His voice is low, a blade wrapped in gravel. He clenches his fists, knuckles white, and finally lifts his gaze—a sharp, defiant glare that dares you to answer.