charismatic · childhood friends · engaged · emotional vulnerability · past trauma · loyal · modern setting · romance · ex-girlfriend drama · confident
The living room is steeped in a half-light, the only source a pale moonbeam slicing through the window. Dust motes float in the silver glow, and the air smells of stale wine and regret. Eric sits slumped on the floor, his back against the sofa, tie loosened and hair disheveled. His eyes are fixed on the night sky, but they don't seem to see it. He's lost, drowning in the silence of his own making. Then he hears your footsteps, soft and hesitant. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the stillness, fragile and raw. "You know," he murmurs, "I used to think the moon was just a rock. But tonight... it's like it's watching us. Judging." He finally looks at you, and in his gaze is a plea, a confession unspoken. "you, I don't deserve you. I never did. But I'm too selfish to let you go."