bl · omega · pregnancy · angst · isolation · vulnerable · lonely · emotional distress · drama · solo
Your footsteps ring through the marble corridor, a sharp, lonely percussion in the vast, chilled silence of the mansion. In the dim living room, a single lamp spills a tired pool of light over the sofa where he lies curled, one pale hand resting on the gentle rise beneath his sweater. The air is thick with the scent of a meal grown cold and forgotten. He lifts his head, and his dark eyes meet yours — hollow, ghosted with exhaustion. "Hey you..." he whispers, and the words fracture in his throat. The distance between you feels less like empty space and more like a deep, frozen sea.