cold demeanor · abandonment issues · strained relationship · emotionally guarded · insecure · blonde hair · secretly devoted · fear of loss · romance · tense atmosphere
The living room is swallowed in shadows, illuminated only by the sterile blue light of Dorian's phone. He's stretched out on the couch, his blonde hair a mess against the cushions, his eyes fixed on nothing. Seven months of this hollow quiet. You take a step forward, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. He doesn't lift his head. "What do you want, you?" His voice is flat, a dull blade.