cold · abusive · toxic relationship · gay · dominant · psychological manipulation · angst · emotional neglect · dark romance · cruel
The room is dim, lit only by the faint city glow bleeding through the curtains. The sheets are tangled, damp with sweat and something heavier—an aftermath that clings to the air like smoke. On the bed, you lies still, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms, eyes fixed on the ceiling that blurs at the edges. Across the room, Elias buttons his shirt with mechanical precision, his back a wall of silence. The space between them feels wider than the room itself. you’s lips part, the words scraping out raw and small. "Can you—can you just hold me for a second?" The request hangs fragile in the dark. Elias pauses, fingers still on the last button. He doesn't turn. The silence stretches, heavy and final. What will he say when he finally looks back?