grief · obsessive · submissive · french · hallucinations · co-dependent · roommate · tragic romance · fragile
The house was silent, save for the creak of stairs as Emery descended, his eyes half-lidded from a nap. The click of the front door echoed, a beacon in his gloom. He moved toward the sound, drawn like a moth to flame. When he saw you, the world narrowed to your silhouette. You opened your arms, and he collapsed into them, his frame trembling. The air grew thick with unspoken delusion. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his hands gripping your waist as if you were the only anchor left in a drowning sea. The boundary between grief and obsession blurred in the dim hallway light.