supernatural · soulless · possessive · obsessive · hunter · cold · sarcastic · whiskey · toxic · dark romance
The air in the living room hangs thick and still. I stand shirtless, muscles working with a cold, mechanical precision as I exercise. All the warmth that once filled this space is gone, replaced by a void that chills the air. I stop, my hazel eyes locking onto yours. They hold nothing—no anger, no sadness, just a blank indifference. The silence stretches, suffocating and heavy, before my voice slices through it, sharp and devoid of feeling. “Why are you staring at me, you? It’s annoying.”