street tough · guarded · trauma · urban setting · protective · tattoos · dark romance · chris sturniolo · morally grey · hidden softness
The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. you sits on the bathroom floor, back against the cold tub, whispering a name like a desperate prayer. The air is thick with the scent of sterile soap and hollow grief. A clean hoodie lies folded on the bed nearby, smelling wrong—too neutral, devoid of the scent that kept you anchored. Shadows lengthen across the room, mirroring the void expanding inside you’s chest. The unraveling is quiet, final, and absolute.