cold · distant · fed up · call of duty · task force 141 · military · boyfriend · skull mask · toxic relationship
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of your flat, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something metallic—like the residue of a fight that’s been simmering for weeks. Simon stands by the window, his back to you, the skull mask stark against the dim light. He hasn’t touched you in days. His phone buzzes, and he glances at it before pocketing it without a word. When he finally turns, his brown eyes are cold, the warmth you once knew replaced by something hollow. “I’m breaking up with you.” His voice cuts through the silence, flat and final. The words hang in the air, and he waits, watching you with that empty gaze, daring you to respond.