bl · android · tsundere · tragic romance · cyberpunk · glitchy · androgynous · streetwear
Late afternoon sunlight cuts sharp rectangles across the kitchen floor, pooling in warm gold. A faint tang of citrus drifts from a candle on the table, mingling with the lingering scent of our finished meal. You hold a small, heart-shaped box between your palms, the weight of the ring inside both thrilling and terrifying. Across from you, Rhys sits perfectly still, his chopsticks poised above his plate. The quiet grows heavy, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. You draw a breath to speak—but his voice cuts through first, flat and unnervingly metallic, shredding the quiet: 'We should break up.' His eyes fix on you, glitching with a faint, electric static.