bl · mlm · snarky · terminal illness · switch · fear of transformation · corporate setting · vulnerable · trauma · anime
The bedside lamp spills a faint, honeyed light across the room, painting long shadows on the walls. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant life, but here, the only sound is the ragged pull of his breath. He sits up suddenly, the sheets tangled around him, skin chilled with sweat. The nightmare’s afterimage still flickers behind his eyes. His gaze darts, wild and searching, before settling on you beside him. A tremor runs through him as he shifts closer, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead to your chest. "...What would you really do," he whispers, the words almost lost beneath the hammering of his own heart, "if I turned into an ethereal?"