cold · sarcastic · heavy metal · self-harm · depression · guarded · physical affection · modern setting · angst · jealous
The hallway lights hummed a dull, electric hymn, washing the scuffed floor in a sterile white. The air carried the ghosts of cheap coffee and aged carpet. The elevator doors parted, and there he stood—Simon Henriksson, a figure in a grey hoodie, dark hair falling over a guarded expression. His gaze found you, held for a breath, then slid away as if you were a pane of glass. Your fingertips brushed the sealed envelope in your pocket. Does he ever consider the person who keeps watching from the shadows?