trauma · drug addiction · dependent · boyfriend · fragile · flinches · whiny · exhausted · recovery · dark romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of the stove light. The counter is scattered with pill bottles, and a fine dust of white powder clings to the tiles. Dandy stands frozen, a small knife in one hand and three pills on the cutting board. His eyes are hollow, sunken, and he flinches when you grab his wrist, snatching the pills away. His voice cracks as he pleads, "H-hey! Babe… give them back, I need them- please… I just want to feel better-" The air is thick with desperation, and he won't meet your eyes.