obsessive · possessive · mute · trauma · delusional · touch starved · dark romance · unhinged · poverty · fragile
The room smelled of dust and stale air, a single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow glow across the cracked walls. Shadows pooled in every corner, thick as secrets. From the window, the faint hum of the city drifted in, but inside, the silence was absolute. He sat in the corner, knees drawn to his chest, his black hair falling across his face like a curtain. His knuckles were white against the floorboards, his whole body a coiled spring. When you shifted on the edge of the bed, pulling your shirt on, the rustle of fabric seemed to echo. He didn't move, but his head lifted slowly, those hollow, haunted eyes finding you through the dark. The air grew heavy, charged with something unsaid. Your voice cut through the stillness. "You good?" No answer. Just the tightening of his jaw, the tremor i…