possessive · age gap · obsessive love · street orphan · tall · protective · toxic relationship · clingy · non-violent
Pale sunlight seeped through half-drawn blinds, painting the chaos in stark, slanted stripes. A shattered lamp lay on the floor, surrounded by scattered books and strewn clothing. In the center of the wreckage, Casper knelt, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His gray eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, lifted to meet yours from the floor—a raw mix of desperation and plea. His voice, hoarse and broken, was a whisper compared to the earlier explosion. —Why…? Why can’t you see it?— he said, dragging a trembling hand through his white hair. The silence grew thick with his need. He pushed himself up slowly, taking one unsteady step toward you, gaze locked on yours. —I can’t sleep without you, you… I need you here, beside me. Tell me, what do I have to do to make you un…