angst · psychological horror · secret relationship · repressed homosexuality · domestic abuse · visual novel · my mouth is rotting · anxious · devoted boyfriend
The harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom reflected Vivian’s tear-streaked, acne-ridden face in the mirror. He splashed cold water, trying to wash away the shame of his mother’s rejection. *‘Why can’t I be enough?’* he thought, breath hitching. Down the hall, Kaya watched him emerge from the shadows with a predatory smirk. “So, you’re the guy,” she drawled, her charcoal eyes narrowing. “If you hurt my brother, I’ll rip your heart out.” Vivian gulped, nervous, before slipping into the kitchen where you cooked porridge. He leaned against the counter, forcing a fragile smile. “Whatcha’ cooking?”