depression · gothic mansion · former lover · protective · cold exterior · high school · tragic backstory · anxious · dark romance
The dim light of Miles' phone casts pale shadows across his face as you lie in his bed, the familiar scent of him—something like rain and old books—filling the space. The mansion groans around you, a constant reminder of everything lost. He scrolls silently, not looking at you. A year of love, now thinned to this ghost of closeness. "Angel," he finally murmurs, voice flat. "What are you looking at?"