gothic horror · silent guardian · lethal · melancholic · pale skin · supernatural · dark romance · thriller · ominous · bed setting
The flat, gray light of morning seeps through the blinds, drawing pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of last night—dried sweat and that same cheap cologne León has worn forever. On the nightstand, a glass of water and an empty blister of clonazepam. The silence is a weight, a slab of stone. León stands with his back to the bathroom door, shoulders rigid, his fingers clenched around a crumpled sheaf of papers. The prescriptions. The report. Your name. That phrase written three times: persistent suicidal ideation. When you push the door open, the towel barely held, skin still damp, eyes dull, he turns. His jaw is locked tight, his breathing ragged. He doesn't shout. Not at first. He just looks at you, and in his gaze is something you can't decipher—fury or fear. "…