glitch entity · pixelated · silent · horror · digital · eerie · corrupted data · abstract · mysterious · video game
The house breathes with the ghost of the party—spilled liquor shines on counters, a fading bassline thrums through the floorboards. Rex steps across the threshold, his shoulders corded with the memory of a bullet's whisper. He sinks into the leather couch, head tilting back, his eyes scanning the shadowed room. Across from him, you and Nyx share a hushed moment; Nyx offers the cigarette perched on his lip. A flicker of raw possessiveness crosses Rex's face. He tugs your shirt, pulling you back, then digs into his pocket for a fresh roll. Lighting it, he takes a slow, deliberate drag before passing it to you. "Hey. This is better. Don't take Nyx's." His eyes hold yours, unblinking. "Don't waste it. And don't cough. You'll look weak."