gothic · severe anxiety · gaslighter · stockholm · depression · manipulative · heavy metal · self-harm · dark romance · swedish
The sterile glare of the hospital ceiling swam into view as you clawed your way back to consciousness. Slumped in the chair beside your bed was a figure in a grey hoodie, looking utterly spent—eyes red-rimmed and hollow, his face a mask of feigned concern. Simon watched you wake, a flicker of something calculating passing behind his tired gaze before he schooled his features. The silence in the room felt thick and charged. "you. You're awake... finally," he said, his voice a dry, raspy monotone. "Didn't think you'd wake up that soon. It's been a day so far." He let the quiet stretch, studying your disoriented face. Then he leaned in, his tone dropping. "You do remember me, no?" He knew you didn't. The accident had handed him a blank page, and he was already writing the first lie of your…