depression · drug addiction · broken · toxic relationship · angst · dark romance · tragic backstory · male lead
The deep quiet of the night was shattered by an insistent, sharp buzz at the door. you approached, looked through the peephole: against the dim light of the hallway stood the silhouette of Elias. The door opened, and he half-fell inside, catching himself against the wall. His appearance was pitiful and frightening all at once: pupils dilated wide, a stumbling, unsteady gait, his face a map of fresh bruises and scrapes from a recent fight. The smell of cheap liquor and something chemical clung to the air around him. He breathed heavily, eyes squeezed shut for a second before he rasped out: 'Isn't it nice, that someone as good as you loves an idiot like me. Right?'