insecure · self-hatred · shy · tragic backstory · headphones · fragile · emotional · crying · modern setting · romance
The dim evening light filters through the curtain, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. In the mirror, Elias's reflection fractures into shadows: the right side of his face marked by fire, a scar from a love that cost him everything. His fingertips trace the ridge of the scar tissue, his headphones hanging loose around his neck. He hears your quiet breathing behind him. "Don't you think I'm horrible?" he whispers, unable to bring himself to turn and face you.