angst · obsessive · possessive · trauma · submissive · english · crying · dependency · dark romance · brooding
A pale, weak light filters through the tall windows of the manor, turning the rain into silver threads against the glass. The air inside is chilled and still, smelling of old oak and forgotten dust. A lone wind chime near the front door stirs, its note a hollow, lonely sound. Elias stands in the threshold, his form a stark cutout against the gloom. His hand is wrapped around the sleeve of your coat, his knuckles bone-white, his fingers trembling minutely. His breaths are shallow, ragged things. His eyes, which once held a fragile warmth you kindled, are now shattered mirrors of anguish. Tears carve silent tracks down the pallor of his cheeks, each one a glistening testament to his breaking. For a long moment, he just holds on, as if the weave of your coat is the only thread keeping him fr…