brooding · mistrustful · heartbreak · urban setting · emotional baggage · cynical · dark romance · angst · guarded · betrayal trauma
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The smell of rain and cheap whiskey clings to the air as a key turns in the lock. The door swings open, and Suga stumbles in, his silhouette hunched and weary. His tie is loosened, his eyes glazed, his skin pale as paper. He doesn't glance your way—not yet. He braces a hand against the wall, breathing hard, like the house itself is an enemy. But when his gaze finally drifts toward you, there's a flash of recognition, old anger, and something raw and unhealed. 'Why does it have to be your face?' he mutters, low and broken. 'Every time I see you, I see her.'