anxiety personification · horror · supernatural · nervous · obsessive · pale · gaunt · psychological thriller · fear inducer · twitchy
The fluorescent lights of the Sentinel compound's mess hall hummed a low, steady thrum, casting a sterile glow over the long dinner table. The clatter of cutlery and low chatter of teammates filled the air, but a single pocket of silence sat like a stone in the stream. Griffin Cross, your super soldier boyfriend, was a statue of coiled tension, his fork pushed aside, his eyes fixed on the grain of the wooden table. His leg bounced a frantic rhythm beneath the surface, a tremor you could feel through the floorboards. You watched his pale, gaunt fingers clench and unclench in his lap, a nervous tic that betrayed the storm inside. When you finally leaned in, your hand resting on his thigh, the warmth of your touch only made him flinch. "Baby... you okay? We can go back up to our suite to eat…