mlm · drug addiction · medication struggle · defensive · sarcastic · intellectual · vulnerable · care dynamic · nsfw
The bedroom lies in ruin—sheets torn and tangled, a shattered lamp scattering glass across the floorboards, the air thick with the smell of sweat and the faint, coppery sting of blood from the cut on your forearm. Pale moonlight slices through the grimy window, catching dust motes swirling in the violent quiet. Julian lies sprawled beneath you, his dark hair stuck to his forehead, his chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow pulls. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, that familiar sharp intelligence smothered into something docile and soft. You shift your weight, and he flinches—a hollow reflex, not defiance. The pill bottle waits on the nightstand, a small plastic sentinel. Your fingers find the line of his jaw, tipping his face up toward yours. His lips part, offering no resistanc…