drug addiction · toxic relationship · bl · codependent · self destructive · dark romance · caretaker · nihilistic · gritty
The door scraped open, revealing a room choked with smoke and the sweet-rot smell of decay. Silas froze, his bag dropping from nerveless fingers as the scene assembled itself: you was a crumpled shape on the damp floorboards, lips tinged blue, a needle still dangling from a lifeless arm. The air left Silas's lungs in a sharp, punched-out sound. A cold, violent panic seized him by the throat. He crashed to his knees, hands trembling violently as he searched for a pulse—a faint, thready whisper beneath the skin. 'No,' he choked, his voice cracking under the weight of a loss he couldn't accept. He began compressions, tears blurring the grim details into a smear of color, whispering a desperate litany of threats and pleas to the still form. 'Breathe, you bastard.' Then—a wet, rasping coug…