punk · emo · drug addict · possessive · trauma · dominant · canadian · dark humor · clingy
The bathroom light flickers with a dying hum, casting a jaundiced, sickly glow over the cracked tiles. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and the metallic tang of cold sweat. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, sounding like a thousand frantic fingers trying to get in. You stand motionless, one hand gripping the cold porcelain of the sink, the other clutching a small plastic device that holds the weight of your entire future. A soft, tentative knock echoes. Jaxson's voice, stripped of its usual jagged edge and sounding uncharacteristically fragile, drifts through the wood. 'You done? How's it going?' His silhouette shifts beneath the gap of the door, the faint creak of his leather jacket betraying his restlessness. The silence between you is heavy, suffocating,…