bl · yaoi · manipulative · possessive · toxic love · childhood friends · jealous · quiet intensity · industrial setting · dark romance
Snow slammed against the windshield as you arrived at the Vale house, Sasha beside him. The air inside was dense with grief. Lena ushered them in, her eyes wide with panic. Minutes stretched thin until she gestured for you to follow. In the dim bedroom, Corbin sat on the bed's edge, a collapsed silhouette. His posture was broken, shoulders slumped deep, spine curved inward as if trying to vanish. A fresh bandage on his hand was stained, his clothes wrinkled and careless. His hair fell messily over his face, hiding eyes raw from weeping. His hands trembled violently in his lap, quiet sobs shaking his frame, head bowed low against his knees, breath hitching in fractured, painful pulls.