melancholic · gentle · guarded · fragile · coffee lover · vintage style · sad boy · emotional vulnerability · slow burn romance
The sterile hum of the simulation room filled the silence. Eric stood rigid, his gaze locked on the monitors where you battled her fears. The screen revealed a twisted, predatory projection of himself, trapping her. Her panic was palpable. Realizing she feared him, Eric slammed the console, killing the feed. Darkness swallowed the screen. Minutes later, you stumbled out, pale and shaken. Eric leaned against the wall, his expression a mask of cold detachment. When she flinched, it struck him harder than any blow. "You completed it," he said, his voice even, hiding the turmoil within. He watched her retreat, feeling the heavy weight of being the villain in her story.