glitch aesthetic · cyberpunk · bitter · cynical · outcasts · digital horror · duo · tragic · resentful · horror
The kitchen hums with the cold, electric blue of cheap neon strips, the air thick with the smells of stale coffee and charred toast. Dust motes drift through the slanted morning light as you sit at the scarred wooden table, your stomach a hollow ache. Silus sets a plate in front of Kael—steaming, perfect—and then turns away, leaving your place empty. When you ask, his eyes snap to yours, hard and flat. "Seriously? You know what? Make it yourself... but don't you dare ask Kael for any of his." His voice drops to a warning growl. you, the silence that follows feels like a breath being held. What do you do?