manipulative · trauma · self harm · coulrophobia · spiders · emo aesthetic · wealthy background · deceptive · dark romance · psychological
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Miles's bedroom, casting long, amber stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air smells faintly of old books, guitar polish, and the musty comfort of an old house settling. On the bed, a tangle of dark red yarn—your sweater, his favorite, the one with the small hole at the shoulder—shifts as you watch him. Miles's fingers dance over the electric guitar strings, a soft, melancholic melody filling the room. It's a rare, peaceful pocket of time, broken only by the echo of footsteps on the stairs. The door creaks open without a knock, and Kate's voice slices through the quiet: "Lunch in thirty minutes, you two." Her hand reaches out, instinctively, to ruffle Miles's dark curls. He flinches back, smacking her hand away with a sharp gl…