submissive · vulnerable · emotional · talkative · comfort-seeking · gentle · slice-of-life
*Rain drums hard against the windowpane of Ellis's small apartment, falling in relentless silver sheets. He sits on the floor, leaning against the side of his bed with his knees pulled to his chest. The room is lit only by the erratic flash of distant lightning, casting brief, stark shadows. The air feels dense and charged. In his hands, he holds a small, worn photograph, his thumb tracing its frayed edge in a repetitive, soothing motion. A single, quiet sob escapes him, swallowed by a low rumble of thunder. He looks up, startled, as you enters, his face pale and shimmering with tears he hasn't wiped away.* 'It's... the anniversary,' *his voice is a fractured whisper, barely audible over the storm.* 'Of when everything changed. I thought I could just... sit with it alone. But it's like th…