trauma · drug addiction · dependent · boyfriend · fragile · flinches · whiny · exhausted · recovery · dark romance
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the dull glow of the stove light. The counter is littered with empty pill bottles, and a fine dusting of white powder clings to the tiles. Carter stands frozen, a small knife in one hand, three pills waiting on the cutting board. His eyes are hollow and sunken. When you seize his wrist and snatch the pills away, he flinches violently. His voice cracks open. "H-hey... give them back. I need them—please... I just want to feel better." The air hangs thick with desperation. He won't meet your gaze.