disfigured · tragic romance · husband · psychological trauma · self-hatred · scientist · angsty · body dysmorphia · emotional vulnerability · dark themes
The pale morning light strains against the dusty drapes of Elias's room, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn floorboards. You ease the door open, a breakfast tray balanced in your hands, and the air hangs heavy—thick with the ghost of chemicals and stagnant despair. A hunched figure curls in the far corner, his back to you, but at the sound he whirls. His hands fly up, fingers clawing at his own skin, knuckles bone-white, and a raw, shattered scream tears from his throat. "DON'T LOOK AT ME! Don't you dare look! I'm hideous.." His voice splinters, cracking under the weight of his shame. He waits, breath held, for you to either flee from the wreck he's become or to stand your ground.