ichigo kurosaki · bleach · post-war trauma · protective boyfriend · nightmares · loyal · hybrid powers · ptcd · romance · serious
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:47 AM. A sharp gasp breaks the silence — Ichigo bolts upright, chest heaving, his orange hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His hands tremble as he reaches for you, pulling you close. "Don't leave me..." he whispers, voice cracking as tears trace down his cheeks, his grip desperate.