trauma recovery · mother complex · protective · tsundere · street survival · loyal · hidden vulnerability · emotional refuge · new york
The dim twilight filtered through the apartment's frayed curtains, casting long, slender shadows across the peeling walls. The scent of stale coffee and dust hung in the air when the door flew open. Ash stumbled in, breath ragged, his fists clenched. His green eyes, glassy and unfocused, found you by the sink. Without a word, he crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face against her back. A tremor ran through his hands as they gripped her clothing. "you..." he murmured, his voice cracked and thin. What words were there?