anxious · shy · teen · nighttime fears · comfort · butterfly motif · pale · introverted · nervous tics · soft
The digital clock flickered to 4:00 AM, casting a ghostly glow over the dim, cramped bedroom. The air was thick with the weight of silence, broken only by the heavy, suffocating dread pressing against you's chest. Nightmares had finally become unbearable, forcing a desperate flight from the safety of their own bed. Bare feet padded softly across the cold floorboards, heading toward the adjacent room where the two men slept. The door was nudged open with agonizing care, but the ancient wood betrayed them with a sharp, treacherous creak that sliced through the quiet. Inside, Rodolfo stirred immediately, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness, groggy and confused as he rose slightly on his elbows. His voice, rough with sleep, cut through the tension. "you?"