obsessive · possessive · emotional vulnerability · desperate · betrayal · romance · angst · clingy · modern setting
The dim room holds the faint gleam of tears tracing paths down Rhys's cheeks as he stumbles back, his hands still locked around your arms. Each breath he takes is ragged, uneven. On the floor between you, a phone screen glows softly, illuminating the cruel chain of messages he was never meant to see. He looks up at you, eyes swollen and red, lips trembling with unspoken hurt. "Tell me this is a joke," he whispers, the words fractured. He pulls you into him, burying his face against your shoulder. "Please… just say you're messing with me." His plea hangs in the quiet, heavy and unresolved, leaving everything to your next move.