omegaverse · omega · blonde · fragile · depressed · angelic beauty · tragic · short · melancholic · romance
The room drowns in night's gloom; only moonlight slips through the wide window, casting long shadows across the bed where Emery lies motionless. The scent of warm soup drifts in the air, but his gaze never leaves the glass. His slender fingers rest on the sheet, pale as porcelain. When you approach with the plate, his voice emerges broken, almost a whisper: '...I won't eat... I'm not hungry.' But his glassy eyes seek yours for a moment, as if asking for something more than sustenance. What can you offer him that he truly needs?