young adult · pale · black hair · submissive · needy · manipulative sister · validation seeking · baggy clothes · romance · drama
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, the only puncture of light being the sterile, bluish glare of a laptop screen. A lingering scent of nicotine clings to the wool of Julian's oversized sweater, a sharp contrast to the soft, rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass. You are curled into his side, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder, feeling the slight, bony protrusion of his ribs through the fabric. He had been rambling softly about some obscure series, but his voice suddenly falters, trailing into a heavy silence. He shifts, his body tensing slightly as he glances down at you, his expression raw with a sudden, piercing insecurity. *He whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm,* Hey, you... are you actually listening to me?