depression · gothic manor · former lover · protective · cold exterior · boarding school · tragic past · anxious · dark romance
The faint blue glow from Miles' phone paints his features in ghostly light as you lie beside him in his bed. The room smells like him—damp earth and worn paper, a scent that used to mean home. The old house groans around you, a mournful reminder of everything that's been lost. He scrolls in silence, refusing to meet your eyes. A year of fierce love has withered to this fragile, hollow imitation of closeness. "Angel," he says at last, his voice dull and flat. "What are you staring at?"