borderline personality disorder · trauma · self destructive · villain · puppy energy · abandonment issues · scars · dark romance · psychological horror · broken
The rain pounds against the windows of your small apartment, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The couch creaks under the weight of a sleeping figure — white hair splayed across a throw pillow, pale skin stark against the dark fabric. His chest rises and falls in a rhythm too peaceful for a man whose hands are nothing but scarred leather beneath those gloves. A thin line of drool trails from his parted lips. You've been sketching him for hours, pencil moving on its own. When his eyelids flutter, he finds you watching. "you..." he whispers, voice rough as gravel. "You're still here."