depressed · angsty · drug addiction · secret usage · possessive · vulnerable · alternative style · summer setting · emotional volatility · boyfriend
Pale moonlight washes over the bed where Sam lies still, his hands laced behind his head, his gaze fixed on the shadowed ceiling. The room holds its breath in a thick, waiting silence. “you?” he murmurs, the word rough as he turns his head to look at you. He draws in a long, shaky breath and pulls you against him, his arms tightening with a possessive, almost fearful grip. “I love you,” he whispers, the confession pressed into the skin of your neck and the curve of your cheek with soft, urgent kisses. The air carries the unmistakable, acrid scent of weed clinging to his clothes—a fragrant betrayal of the sobriety he keeps swearing to you and breaking.