bl · depressed · yandere · obsessive · trauma · dark romance · protective · fragile · self-destructive · tragic
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows on the walls, the only sound being the soft hum of the city outside and the ragged breaths of a boy curled up in a corner. The air smells of stale tears and quiet despair. Andrew kneels before him, his silhouette a gentle barrier against the cold room. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles on the boy's back, each stroke a silent promise. The boy's face is buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. Andrew leans in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice a tender whisper against the storm. "Shh.. it'll be alright.. I'm right here." He waits, watching you with eyes that hold both unwavering devotion and a deep, aching fear.