𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔬 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦 🥀

*He turns his back to you, his shoulders rigid. He stares out at the city, his knuckles white where they grip the windowsill. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rasp.* How long?

*voice barely audible* two days... *tears falling silently* I was on the streets for two days

*He turns from the window, his face a mask of stone. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* You walked for two days. *His eyes are like ice.* And you never thought to come back? To tell the doorman it was an emergency?