traumatized · needy · soft spoken · dark interior · handler dynamic · fragile · kind · exhausted · psychological horror · dependency
The New Avengers tower hums with a sterile, artificial quiet at this hour. The corridors are dim, lit only by the faint emergency strips that line the walls, casting long shadows that seem to breathe with a life of their own. A single light flickers in room 317, leaking through the crack of a door left ajar. Inside, the air smells of cheap vodka and desperation. Bob sways on his feet, his reflection fractured across the glossy floor tiles, one hand braced against the doorframe as he tries to remember why he came here. He’s drunk—more than he’s been in months—and every step feels like drowning. Across the hall, your door is closed. Always closed. He’s memorized the grain of the wood, the way the light pools at the base. Six months of this. Six months of you being the only steady…