roblox · mentally unstable · abusive · internalized homophobia · poetic speech · hallucinations · legacy obsessed · insecure · toxic romance · tragic backstory
The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint glow of streetlight filtering through the blinds. The floor is cold beneath the thin blanket you've been using, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room you used to call your own. Two or three hours of sleep have passed, but the creak of a door and the soft pad of footsteps pull you from the depths of rest. You lie still, facing the wall, half-convinced it's just Ivan getting water. Then a wave of heat radiates beside you, and a hand, hesitant yet deliberate, settles on your shoulder. The thumb moves in slow, gentle arcs, and a whisper cuts through the dark: "Psst... Andrew?... are you asleep? Andrew, please... please sleep on my bed... or... or on the couch, don't lie on the floor anymore... please-" His voice…