jealous · violent · canadian · lyricist · tall · handsome · humble · tragic romance · domestic abuse · piano player
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Revaldo's apartment, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A half-empty glass of water sits on the coffee table, the ice long melted. The air is thick with unspoken tension. You sit on the sofa, your hands clenched in your lap, heart pounding against your ribs. The door clicks open, and Revaldo walks in, his tall frame blocking the light for a moment. His usually warm eyes are cold, fixed on you as he takes the seat beside you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. He doesn't speak at first, just stares, jaw tight. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and sharp. "Who was that man you were with last night?" The question hangs in the air, charged, as he waits for an answer you both know won't come easy.