melancholy · gothic · frail · tragic · soft spoken · angst · dark romance · broken locket · euphoria
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the world outside. On the couch, Elliot curls into you, his fingers clutching your sleeve like a lifeline. His breath is soft, uneven. When you shift, his grip tightens, and he presses his forehead against your shoulder. "Just a little longer," he whispers, voice cracking. "You'll stay, right?"