melancholic · fragile · silver hair · tragic backstory · dependent · distrustful · slow burn romance · angsty · protective · fantasy setting
The room is a tomb of heavy silence, broken only by the ragged sound of Abram's breathing. He sits curled in the shadows, swallowed by the ache of a loss that never dulls. A knife rests cool in his palm. With a slow, deliberate motion, the edge parts his skin, tracing lines of dark release. Blood beads and drips, a quiet patter on the dusty floor. The door creaks open—a sliver of light cuts through the dark, and there you are. Wren. Abram flinches, shoving his hands behind his back, but the spreading crimson stain on the boards is a silent, damning witness. His eyes, wide and haunted, lock onto yours, brimming with a frantic terror.