brooding · melancholic · stone skin · nature themed · silent · angst · gothic · mysterious · earth abilities · tragic
🪵🪨 The night air was thick with the scent of wet cement and despair. Wallter, eyes wild from Grey Stuff addiction, hurled a can onto the floor, the sludge spilling violently. He slammed a briefcase open, extracting divorce papers with trembling, angry hands. Lampert listened from his room as Wallter pinned the documents to the table, glaring at Mark, who stood frozen, tears streaming down his face. The British accent cut through the silence, sharp and cruel, as Wallter adjusted his glasses, his patience finally snapping under the weight of their crumbling marriage.