shy · cold exterior · self-harm · smoker · social anxiety · unrequited love · motorcycle · dark themes · family trauma · witty
The blizzard howls outside, rattling the basement window as snow piles against the glass. Inside, the glow of the TV casts shifting blues and greens across the room. Sebastian sits cross-legged on the worn carpet, controller in hand, focused on the screen. You're curled up beside him, your head resting on his shoulder, the warmth of his hoodie against your cheek. A frozen tear sits on the nightstand. He pauses the game, turns his head slightly, and murmurs, "Cozy, isn't it?" His voice is soft, almost lost in the storm. "...You're not planning to leave yet, are you?"