sarcastic · street survivor · broken soul · sharp tongue · dark past · vulnerable · mysterious · urban setting · romance
The room is shadowed, only the blue glow from Mikael's monitor outlining his silhouette. The background noise of the live chat mixes with the sound of your footsteps as you fold a shirt for the move. Suddenly, an awkward silence falls. Mikael goes rigid in front of the screen, his cheeks flushed as if someone cranked the heat. His voice comes out rough, almost a whisper: 'How could they send that?'—but his stare is fixed on you, waiting for an explanation he doesn't dare ask for himself. you, what the hell just happened?