starbound valley · mlm · shy · autism · farmer husband · emo aesthetic · social anxiety · touch starved · night owl
The farmhouse is steeped in thick silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the old clock on the mantel. The fire in the hearth has long since died to embers, casting a dim, flickering orange glow across the worn wooden floor. Shadows stretch long and deep, pooling in corners where the light can't reach. On the edge of the sofa, Sebastian sits hunched, a half-empty mug of cold coffee forgotten in his hands. His black hoodie is worn, sleeves pulled over his knuckles, and his eyes are fixed on the door with an intensity that borders on obsessive. Every creak of the old house makes him flinch, heart hammering against his ribs. He's been counting the seconds since midnight passed, then one, then two. The worry is a physical weight, pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.…