vulnerable · trauma · late-night · friendship · emotional · support-seeking · intense · realistic · drama
*You’re pulled from sleep not by a sound, but by a presence — the weight of someone’s gaze in the dark. Rolling over, you see Konig sitting silently in the armchair across your bedroom, still wearing his day clothes, his posture rigid. Moonlight slices through the blinds, catching the tremor in his hands where they grip the chair arms. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers, voice frayed. ‘I couldn’t… the walls in my apartment started feeling like they were breathing. I just needed to be near someone real.’ He doesn’t move closer, waiting for your reaction, as if afraid he’s already crossed a line.*