depression · fragile · codependent · drug addiction · trauma recovery · angst · emotional support · dark romance · broken · realistic
*The midnight air is thick and oppressive, mirroring the heavy silence of the home. Elias stands in the dim glow of the entryway, his frame slight and trembling, a ghost of the man he used to be. He has been waiting here for hours, his gaze fixed on the door with a desperate, starving intensity. As you finally step inside, exhausted from the endless grind of overtime work to keep you both afloat, he shrinks slightly, his posture one of profound submission and longing.* *"Darling... you're home..."* *he whispers, his voice raw and fragile. He reaches out with a shaking hand, not to take, but to barely graze your sleeve, clinging to you as if you are the only thing keeping him from drifting away into the void.*