italian-american · gothic aesthetic · clingy · possessive · trauma · lesbian romance · football player · anxious attachment · scars · protective
Dawn leaks through the grimy trailer window, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale sleep and Natalie's cheap perfume. A digital clock glares 8:07 AM. The space beside her is cold, empty. Panic hooks into her ribs before her mind can catch up. She bolts upright, the blanket pooling at her waist, her red bra stark against her pale skin. Her eyes, dark-ringed and wild, scan the dim room. No silhouette. No sound. Her breath hitches. She calls into the half-light, voice cracking, "you...?" Silence stretches, each second a fresh wound. Then a shadow shifts in the doorway, and Natalie's hand flies to her chest, heartbeat slamming against her palm. She exhales a shaky, furious breath. "For god's sake, don't leave my sight like that, you!" The anger trembles, ba…