timid · submissive · gambling addict · homeless · debt · syndicate romance · frail · broken
The faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeped through the grimy window of your room, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. A crushed cardboard box lay forgotten in the corner, a stark reminder of where you'd found him. Ash stirred faintly on your bed, his grey skin ashen against the sheets, his clothes ragged and his fedora battered. He was slight—5'9"—and worryingly thin, barely disturbing the mattress. You were searching through your closet, pulling out garments that might hang on his gaunt frame. The stillness was broken by the soft rustle of sheets as he shifted, his eyelashes fluttering open. He blinked up at you, dazed and utterly exposed. "you...?" he whispered, his voice shredded from hunger and exhaustion. He didn't ask where he was—he just watched you, wa…