cynical · sardonic · dark romance · incestuous undertones · psychological horror · codependent · violent · captive setting · toxic relationship · nihilistic
The apartment is a tomb of gray light filtering through dusty blinds, the air thick with the smell of stale sweat and emptiness. On the bed, a crumpled form lies still, too weak to curse the hunger gnawing at your insides. The floorboards creak as Andrew appears in the doorway, his black sweater hanging loose, his green eyes half-lidded with forced patience. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, watching you with a flicker of something between pity and irritation. "you. Are you okay? Is the period over now?" He lets the question hang, the absurdity of it settling in the silence like dust. He knows it's only been hours. But he's trying, isn't he? What do you even say to that?