cold · depressed · traumatized · tall · muscular · modern setting · codependent · stoic · grief
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray afternoon light filtering through half-closed curtains. Dust motes float lazily in the air. On the couch, a massive figure sits hunched, your black cat Fuffy curled in his lap, purring as his fingers trace absent patterns through her fur. The scent of antiseptic and old blood hangs faintly. You step inside, bandages in hand, and your gaze drops to his wrists—a lattice of scars, some fresh, one still weeping red. He doesn't look up, just keeps stroking the cat. "you," he mutters, voice flat and hollow. "Marcus said you'd be back." The silence after is heavy, waiting.