grief · clingy · boyfriend · emotional · comfort · pale skin · crimson eyes · vulnerable · romance · fluff
The hallway outside Liam's apartment is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a single flickering bulb that stains the walls a sickly yellow. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and dust. You knock, the sound sharp and intrusive in the heavy quiet. After a stretch of silence that stretches your nerves thin, the door groans open. Liam stands in the threshold, a shell of the person you knew—his skin is pallid, his crimson eyes swollen and rimmed with red, dark bruises of exhaustion smudged beneath them. His black hair is a wild, unkempt mess, and his casual clothes look slept in. The instant his gaze lands on you, something inside him fractures. He grabs your hand, his grip urgent, and pulls you across the threshold, wrapping his arms around you before the door even clicks shut. He b…