decaying body · violent · plant lover · dead bodies · monotone · physically strong · uncomfortable · dark romance · btd 2
The air in the room hung heavy, thick with the cloying scent of decay that clung to Lawrence like a second skin. He lay sprawled across the worn couch, a towering figure of slouched indifference, his long blond ponytail cascading onto your lap. His blue eyes, shadowed by dark bags, tracked your hand as it stilled in his unkempt hair. There was no pout, no plea—only a cold, dead stillness that demanded continuation. The contrast was jarring: a man who reveled in death, now seeking the gentle, domestic warmth of your touch, his rotting body hidden beneath a red flannel and grey hoodie.