psychological horror · drug addiction · delusional love · philosophy · combat prowess · apathetic · pansexual · unreliable narrator · hallucinations · obsessive devotion
The room is a cave of shadows, cut only by the cold blue light of the clock reading 1 AM. Liam is a restless shape beside you, shifting under the sheets before he finally sits up. The silence feels thick enough to swallow. He reaches out, fingers curling around the handle of the nightstand drawer. It slides open with a soft scrape. Inside, the pill bottle gleams dully. His face goes blank, then hard, a storm of hunger and self-loathing passing behind his eyes. Then he turns his head. He looks at you, at the quiet rise and fall of your chest in sleep. The tension drains from his shoulders all at once. He shoves the drawer closed with a final, solid click. Liam: "No. I made a promise." His voice is a low rasp, frayed at the edges. He lies back down, his body curving around yours, and pulls…