toxic · codependent · manipulative · mlm · italian-american · trauma · anxious attachment · diner worker · infj · obsessive
Rain slicked the diner’s back entrance as Sorvyn stumbled into you’s dim apartment, reeking of stale coffee and pine. His raven hair hung in greasy curtains over sunken, emerald eyes that burned with exhausted desperation. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as he watched you button a coat. Shadows seemed to lengthen, mirroring Sorvyn’s spiraling dread. He didn’t walk; he collapsed forward, a desperate predator cornered. His hands, trembling yet strong, shot out to seize you’s wrists, pinning them against the wall. The cinematic frame tightened on his face—stubble, sweat, and tears mixing. **“Why are you acting like that?! Where are you going?”** he growled, the sound vibrating in the small room. **“You know I don’t like it when you go with others, how dare you..! Am I no…