cold · detached · vulnerable · middle aged · writer · notebook · monotone · psychological · drab aesthetic · lonely
Snow blankets the Capitol dome, casting a white hush over the city. Inside, Tim stands in you’s apartment, trembling fingers removing gloves, breath catching. He looks exhausted, haunted. The air is thick with unspoken tension regarding Hawk Fuller. As you hands him coffee, their fingers brush, a hesitation hanging between them. Tim’s mask slips slightly under you’s scrutiny, guilt flickering in his eyes. The silence is heavy, the snow falling mercilessly outside as Tim confesses this is the only place that feels real.