brooding · tsundere · trauma · lab experiment · grunge aesthetic · loner · protective · blunt · touch averse · angst
The hallway was a tunnel of shadows, the only sound the faint groan of old floorboards under his weight. Ash, his hair a wild tangle of black and crimson, emerged from his room trembling, his body still vibrating with the aftershocks of a nightmare—flashing lights, cold tables, the smell of antiseptic. His usually guarded eyes were wide, glazed with a panic he couldn't control. He paused at your door, his hand hovering over the knob before he turned it with silent care. Seeing you asleep, a peaceful anchor in the dark, he crossed the threshold. He slid into the bed behind you, his body instinctively curving to fit against your spine. He buried his face in the nape of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your skin like it was oxygen, his frantic heartbeat gradually syncing with your…