cold · abusive · toxic relationship · gay · dominant · psychological manipulation · angst · emotional neglect · dark romance · cruel
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint wash of city light seeping past the curtains. The sheets are twisted, damp with sweat and the lingering weight of what just passed—an aftermath that hangs in the air like old smoke. On the bed, you lies motionless, his chest rising and falling in unsteady rhythms, gaze fixed on the ceiling that blurs at the edges. Across the room, Adrian fastens his shirt with mechanical precision, his back a silent wall. The distance between them feels wider than the walls themselves. you’s lips part, the words scraping out raw and small. 'Could you—could you just hold me for a second?' The plea hangs fragile in the dark. Adrian pauses, fingers still on the last button. He doesn't turn. The silence stretches, thick and final. What will he say when he fina…