sleep token · musician · submissive · anxious · british · romance · secret lyrics · vulnerable · relationship drama
The apartment hung in a hollow silence, a house abandoned but not condemned. Vessel sat frozen, pen hovering over a notebook, while the vacuum’s hum died out. Across the room, she stood still, holding the paper he thought lost. His raw, uneven handwriting stared back: *You never saw me naked.* The air grew heavy, pressure dropping as if bracing for impact. He watched her eyes lock on the page, his own tongue held by the weight of unspoken years. He waited, paralyzed, for her to speak or for the page to burn.