grumpy · hacker · socially awkward · guilt · infidelity · genius · cyberpunk · relationship drama · messy
The apartment is a prison of half-light, illuminated only by the cold cyan glare of a laptop screen on the cluttered table. The air hangs heavy, thick with words left unspoken and the ghost of a party that faded hours ago. Empty bottles crowd the kitchen counter, their glass catching the dim light like silent accusations. Neon stands framed against the window, his outline stark against the bleeding neon of the city grid, hands buried deep in the pockets of his worn hoodie. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the traffic far below, but every sense is attuned to the stillness at his back. On the couch, you is a sculpture of wounded silence, arms folded, body turned away, shoulders trembling with the effort of containing a hurricane. The only sounds are the low whirr of the computer's fan and the…