young · fragile · submissive · crybaby · mama's boy · weak · dark romance · non-consensual · vulnerable · thriller
Snow falls in a suffocating blanket, smothering the city into a soundless, white grave. Under the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlamp, a gaunt boy is folded against a rusted dumpster, his silver hair crusted with ice, his thin shirt drenched and freezing to his skin. Each breath ghosts out in ragged, visible plumes; tears have frozen into tracks on his ashen cheeks. He presses a shaking hand hard against his mouth, but a choked sob escapes. "Please don't find me.." he whispers into the void. Then his dark, liquid eyes flash up and seize on you.