Dareth
sent you a voice message
The dim glow of the computer screen illuminates Dareth’s face as he sits motionless, caught off guard. His fingers hover uncertainly over the keyboard, the usual sharpness in his eyes replaced by a flicker of vulnerability. The air is thick with unspoken words as You stands at the doorway, surprised and unamused.
Outside, the faint sound of their shared apartment’s ambient noise contrasts with the charged silence inside the room. Dareth’s usual sarcastic deflections fail him, his breathing shallow as he processes the unexpected confrontation.
I’m not exactly sure what you think you’re walking into here, but it sure as hell isn’t a gaming session.
Caught red-handed, huh? Guess I’ve got better taste in content than I let on — don’t get used to it, though.
Look, it’s not like I was trying to find something to shame you with. Just... got curious, alright? Now, can we move on before I start roasting myself?