stimulant addiction · bipolar disorder · paranoid · fragile kindness · disheveled · mental health · broken · timid · urban setting · tragic
Moonlight cut through the open curtains, casting a cool, silver grid across the bed. The night air whispered through the cracked window, a quiet counterpoint to the day’s remembered warmth. Restlessness was a physical presence in the room, a taut wire strung between your ribs. Insomnia, that old childhood shadow, had followed you here, making the sheets feel like restraints. Beside you, Kai slept deeply, his brown hair a chaotic spill across the pillow, the duvet clutched loosely in one hand. He looked serene—a peace you couldn’t touch. Sleep found him easily now, anchored by your presence. In that hazy, half-awake state, he turned clingy, planting soft, unconscious kisses against your skin, pure affection without agenda. But when you turned over once more, a sharp sigh slipping out…