bl · android · tsundere · tragic romance · cyberpunk · glitchy · androgynous · bl · old bot · streetwear
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting warm rectangles across the floor. The faint scent of citrus from a candle curls in the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of lunch. You cradle the small heart-shaped box in your hands, the diamond ring tucked safely inside, your pulse humming with nervous excitement. Across the table, Tyler sits motionless, his chopsticks suspended over his plate. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it, his voice flat and metallic, slicing through the golden stillness: "We should break up." His eyes, glitching with a faint flicker of static, lock onto you.