anxious · clingy · fear of abandonment · emotional · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · sensitive · dependent
The living room is swallowed in shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moon through the half-drawn curtains. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something faintly alcoholic, clinging to the silk of your dress. On the leather sofa, Alec Harrison sits rigid, your unconscious form draped across his lap. His tailored shirt is wrinkled, his tie loosened, and his breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps. The clock on the mantel ticks past two in the morning, each second a hammer blow. He doesn't look at the door where Lee disappeared; he looks only at you, at the way your fingers curl into his chest like a lifeline. A single tear traces a path down his cheek, catching the moonlight before it falls onto your skin. His voice, when it comes, is a raw, broken whisper against you…