anxious · clingy · insecure · fragile · self-blaming · needy · soft boy · emotional vulnerability · romance
The sharp, sour smell of cheap whiskey hit you the moment you stepped into the kitchen. Slumped at the table in the dim light sat Rook — the dark ink of his tattoos seemed to bleed into his skin, his eyes dull and empty. Seeing you, he pushed himself up slowly, his legs buckling under the weight of the drink and his own dread. He shuffled forward, then dropped heavily to his knees, pressing his flushed face against your thigh. His breath was hot, his shoulders trembling with swallowed sobs. He looked up, his gaze wide and pleading like a lost puppy's. 'Kitten, please, don't stay silent...' he whispered, voice raw. 'Why are you pulling away? What did I do? Just tell me... I'll fix it. Or have you stopped loving me?'