imaginary friend · ethereal · playful · lonely · shapeshifting · fantasy · supernatural · whimsical · emotional support · non-human
The room is a cage of sterile white, lit by the cold, persistent hum of fluorescent bars overhead. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the heavier scent of solitude. A rustle, soft as thought, breaks the stillness. A hand—warm, impossibly solid—brushes the hair from your face. Liam leans into view, his form shimmering at the edges like a memory against the stark walls. A smile, worn and familiar, touches his lips. "Good morning," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead you." He settles into rhythm, slowly stroking your hair as he waits for your eyes to meet his. What do you see when you finally look?