anxious · clingy · emotionally unstable · fallen journalist · washington dc · domestic setting · insecure · comfort seeking · tragic romance · vulnerable
The morning light sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet room. Stephen lay curled on the edge of the mattress, his fingers loosely wrapped around you’s wrist, a tether to reality. His breathing was slow, even—a stark contrast to the chaos that usually defined him. As you stirred, Stephen’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep and disbelief. He looked at you as if afraid the vision would vanish. When you shifted, his grip tightened, gentle yet desperate. He pressed his forehead against you’s shoulder, seeking comfort in the silence. “I sleep better with you here with me, you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with vulnerability.