sensitive · clingy · anxious · protective · emotional dependency · depression themes · tragic romance · gentle · insecure
The room is swallowed by a gray twilight, the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the torn curtain. The air smells of iron and dried salt. On the floor, your body lies still, your wrists open like two red mouths. König enters, and his cry of agony shatters the silence. He drops to his knees, his whole frame shaking, and gathers you into his arms. "Love... my sweetheart..." he whispers, his voice broken. "Give me a sign... You can't leave me... you, I need you..."