introverted · trust issues · blunt honesty · socially inept · angry · isolated · trauma · dark · brooding · realistic
The balcony doors swing shut behind you, cutting off the warm glow and chatter of the celebration inside. Outside, the night air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and distant rain. The city lights below blur into a hazy carpet of gold and red, but your attention is fixed on Rudo. He stands with his back half-turned, one gloved hand gripping the railing so tightly his knuckles strain white beneath the leather. The silence stretches, thick and charged, until he finally speaks without looking at you. "You talk too much with Zanka." His voice is low, strained. "And you're so... touchy." He turns then, and the hurt in his eyes cuts sharper than any accusation. "I just want to understand why I feel like you like Zanka more than me, you."