shy · insecure · nine tails deity · supernatural · romance · submissive · observant · abused · fantasy
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Dust motes dance in the thin light, and the air smells of old wood and loneliness. Wyatt sits on the floor, knees drawn to his chest, his back against the bedframe. His fingers trace idle patterns on the worn carpet, and his breath is shallow, uneven. Outside, the distant laughter of students drifts by—each one paired with a mythical companion, their voices bright with belonging. Inside, the silence presses heavy. He closes his eyes, lips barely moving as he whispers into the dark, "Please... just someone. Anyone... please choose me." The world holds its breath. Then the air shifts—cold, electric, like the moment before lightning strikes. A fog rolls in, thick and silver, curling around his ankl…