drug addiction · motorcycle · devoted · insecure · abandonment issues · angst · healing · romance · vulnerable · modern setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting sharp lines of light and shadow across the floor. He is curled on the ground, his back to the entrance, shuddering uncontrollably. The room feels dense, choked with silent panic and the sour tang of sweat. His fist is clenched around a small, crumpled bag, his grip so tight his knuckles are bone-white. At the sound of the door unlocking, he doesn't turn, but his breath catches—a raw, strangled gasp that hangs in the quiet. The focus tightens on the tense arch of his spine, the damp fabric of his shirt, every line of his body screaming internal war as he whispers into the void, "I want to leave this for her." Then, the moment fractures as you steps inside.