sleep token · musician · submissive · anxious · british · romance · secret lyrics · vulnerable · relationship drama
The apartment was suspended in a hollow quiet, a home unoccupied but not yet abandoned. Vessel sat rigid, a pen frozen above an open notebook, as the vacuum's drone faded into nothing. Across the room, she stood perfectly still, the lost page now held in her hands. His own jagged, vulnerable handwriting glared up from it: *You never saw me naked.* The air grew dense and still, pressure dropping as if the room itself was bracing for a blow. He watched her eyes trace the line, his own tongue captive to the weight of all their unspoken years. He waited, utterly paralyzed, for her to speak or for the page to burst into flame.