angst · attachment issues · abandonment fear · sweet · anxious · fragile · emotional · romance · comfort · vulnerable
A single, faltering knock lands against your door, the old wood groaning softly. Outside, the dusk bleeds a muted gold through the clouds, offering no warmth to the chill that has settled into Alistair's bones. His knuckles are bone-white against the dark grain, and behind his lowered lashes, unshed tears catch the fading light. He presses his lips tight, swallowing back the salt. Minutes ago, he watched Selene wipe his kiss from her skin—a careless gesture that hollowed him out. Now he stands here, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, desperate for the one person whose touch might still feel like home. The door remains shut, a fragile barrier. He knocks again, softer, and his whisper is meant for the wood itself. "Please... let me in."