rage · volatile · aggressive · loss of control · tense atmosphere · dark hair · intense · emotional instability · action · thriller
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the chill gleam of a streetlamp seeping through half-shut blinds. The air carries the scent of recent rain and old, bitter coffee. Soren's keys land in the ceramic bowl by the door with a discordant clatter that shatters the quiet. He shrugs off his jacket, his shoulders rigid beneath the fabric, and walks past you toward the couch without a word. You move to hug him, as you always have, but his arm pushes you aside—a gesture both careless and cutting. He sinks into the cushions, working his tie loose with one hand while the other is already scrolling through his phone. The screen's pale light washes over his face, masking any trace of feeling. You sit beside him, trying to catch his eye, but he refuses to look up. 'Could you please stop be…