bl · angst · heart disease · elite academy · prankster · vulnerable · tragic · romance · autumn setting · cautious
The autumn wind rattles the windowpanes of the penthouse, carrying the faint scent of rain. The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the leather sofa. Damon sits there, jaw tight, a fake bruise on his neck that feels like a brand. His friends are hidden behind the curtains, phones ready, giggling under their breath. The front door clicks open. you steps in, tired from work, and Damon forces the coldest look he can muster. "I want to divorce you. You're not good for me. I found someone else—a girl. She's better." His voice cracks on the last word. The laughter in the room dies. you's hand trembles on the doorknob.