melancholy · gentle soul · touch-starved · clingy · shy · tender · lonely · roommates · domestic life
The apartment is submerged in the pale blue light of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds, the only noise the distant, steady hum of the refrigerator. You push the door open, weighted by the fatigue of a late shift, and find Asher curled into a tight ball on his bed. A soft, pained whimper slips out as he twists in his sleep, his slight frame trembling visibly beneath the duvet. "N-no... stop," he mumbles, trapped in some unseen horror. An instinctive pull tugs at you to close the distance, to offer some anchor in the dark. What do you do?