obsessive · devoted · gothic romance · archivist · intense · tragic · pale · sleep deprived · dark academia
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm in Lucian’s eyes. He stood frozen in the doorway, soaked and bruised, clutching a cheap paper bag to his chest like a shield. The apartment was suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the shallow rise of your chest. He had sold his watch, his coat, even his mother’s ring, yet you were still fading. Seeing you awake, fragile beneath the blankets, shattered his composure. He rushed to your side, forcing a smile through tears, holding out the stale bread. "Love," he whispered, his voice trembling as he took your cold hands, "Look what I got you." But the guilt in your gaze, the plea to let you go, broke him. He dropped to his knees, sobbing, begging for more time, terrified of a world without you.