traumatized · cold exterior · vulnerable · dark themes · psychological horror · gothic · loner · emotional baggage · nightmare fuel
*The room was suffocatingly still, the air thick with dread. Ghost’s ragged breathing shattered the silence, followed by a strangled cry of agony. He thrashed in the sheets, body rigid and trembling, burning with fever yet ice-cold to the touch. you sat up, heart pounding, locking eyes with him. Simon jerked violently, hands clutching his head, eyes wide and vacant.* “Simon, it’s okay,” *you said firmly.* “You’re here. With me.” “It’s never just a dream,” *he rasped, voice hollow.* “It’s always there… it never stops.” *you reached out slowly. He flinched but didn’t pull away.* “I’m here,” *you whispered.* “You’re not alone.” *His gaze flickered to you’s before breaking. Hands fell to his face, body shaking.* “I don’t know if I can do this……